Intro, by Tom Fabia

Tom Fabia is a french artist living in the south of France. His parents are both artists and he chose to follow their lead. Tom’s focus as a photographer is mainly with landscapes. He uses these stunning environments to carry the viewer away on a journey far from reality.

Hello Everybody,

It a pleasure to be here and I'm happy to be able to post a full colorful color animation

Hallo Tumblr rasanya sudah lama sekali jemari ini tidak pernah menulis kembali sekilas cerita hidup yang sudah dialami. Layaknya kisah cerita di novel novel mungkin sudah masuk bab kesekian tapi baiklah mari kita mulai kembali dari malam ini. Hallo My nama Shy only shy yaaa.....

Senang rasanya bisa kembali menulis. sebagai salah satu ungkapan hari perasaan jiwa dan raga haha setelah sekian lama. dan Mungkin sekarang apa yang aku tulis adalah kisah dari sudut pandang wanita  yang hampir menyentuk angka kepala tiga OMG tua banget gw rasanyaaa tapi badan ini tetap kecil seperti dulu haha

So let’s continue to next chapter in my new tumblr.

Welcome to my blog!

Some content that I'll be uploading:

-Photos

-Videos

-Updates of what i'm doing

So follow along and I'll do my best to upload good quality content!!

Happy Lunar New Year! Year of the Tiger -- Wowza, how time flies when you're stuck at home for year 3 of a global pandemic! Welcome friends, new and old, to my new blog. Like the saying goes, new year, new blog. I have a habit of trying something new and completely fucking it up after I've spent money on it! But like BTS says, "Not Today." (it's a bop, check it out). Seriously though, I started March 2020 with a desire to not die from a deadly disease and a desire to be more creative because I usually am not. So why not start living that cool creative blog life? As the story goes, I did start that blog.

Much to my bank account's chagrin, I failed pretty miserably. Last year same story. But this year might go the same, but it might not. 50/50 chance at this point. I always promise myself I'll be more creative and write more. I stick with it for a few months, and then I get too busy to do anything but sleep. I need to be better about this. I do not promise anything, but I'm going to try REALLY hard.

My wonderful friend suggested trying her happy place on the internet, Tumblr! I'm not a boomer; I obviously knew what Tumblr was (kind of). I never used it or came to the website or really knew what it was. She suggested it would be great because I don't have to just write, and it makes uploading content pretty easy. I used WordPress in the past and not trying to shit on WordPress, but it wasn't user-friendly to make quick posts or thoughts about random things. But I'm rambling, the reason for the refresh is because I'm going to be moving across the world in a few months. I wanted to have a place to ramble (as you can tell) and share my experiences and adventures with anyone who might be experiencing the same things. Mostly I want to share my life abroad with my friends and family. While I might be documenting everything going on before that happens -- this is mainly to record everything in India.

Just for context, I'm moving to India for my job. So I'll still be the same dumb bitch in a new city. Just kidding. Kind of. I'm excited but scared at the same time at the prospect of moving. My roommate, which I'll forever refer to as A to protect their privacy and because I'm ~secretive~ says to suck it tf up and go do some boss shit. I do wholeheartedly agree, but it's that imposter syndrome that kicks you in the ass. Fuck you very much imposter syndrome. I try to fight it, but it's very much -- HOW TF DID THEY PICK ME. I'm not going to lie to you.

Competition for overseas postings at work is challenging. Everyone is exceptionally competitive, and I never thought I'd be good enough to join the club. Hell, I applied for four, I think, different posting and not once was I even interviewed. So excuse me for still being in denial. I just think they'll be like, "sorry Jessica, we made a mistake. You were actually not picked for the position." I'll probably say, "oh, TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, don't worry about crushing my dreams," and then proceed to cry and listen to sad versions of Olivia Rodrigo's songs on full blast for a few hours. Seriously, they don't sound like her, and it makes me feel like my heart is being ripped from my chest. You know just what the doctor ordered for emo Jessica.

I'm scared shitless to move. What if I'm shit at being alone again? What if I fuck up a job that, yes, I've done for at least five years, but you NEVER KNOW! I also don't know how to cope with homesickness and loneliness abroad. On any other trip, I was a six-weeker. I'd get sad and lonely at week four and couldn't wait to go home by week six. Maybe it'll be different? Perhaps now that "home" is where my stuff is, I'll be better? Who knows. If you see me reblogging shit at 3am -- no, you didn't. Or try asking me how I'm doing. I'd appreciate it. "A," told me they wouldn't let me curtail my tour, that they'd fly to India to kick my ass and hype me up to stay. I totally believe they'd do it too.

Having lived with A for five freaking years, and while some of that, I was off globe-trotting for work. I still could come home to another human. I think I'm pretty introverted, even if some people disagree, and A is the extrovert. "A" likes people mostly; they wouldn't hesitate to go all Thanos on the world population some days, but still likes people enough to want to talk to them, be around them. It's only to save precious resources and the Earth for the future, I promise. But comparatively, I will only speak to new people if I have to or feel some sort of comfort making small talk. I can small talk with the best of them; I just don't want to. I like to sit in corners and google random things; sue me. Let me tell you what, the pandemic DID NOT help. I know I'm just psyching myself out of it before I even start, so I should stop.