This is a not a bad way to live, eh?
For a long time I’ve been thinking about writing this and it’s always so exciting to talk about (“Yeahhh! I’m gonna write a blog! share my thoughts! and it’ll be witty and funny and interesting. yeahhh, I’ll write a blog!”) but then you sit down and try to write something and it’s so terrifying! What am I supposed to write? What if I sound like an idiot? Who even wants to read about me and the things in my head?
But mah, I want to write it. Even if I sound idiotic, and my sentence structure sucks, even if no one reads it, I want to write it.
Maybe it will be nice to have a place to just say things that rattle around in my head, maybe it will be nice to have a place to track events and ideas that are interesting.
Maybe someone will have something to add or share and I will learn something.
So, I’m writing a blog :)
My name is Raafia Jessa. I am a Pakistani born Muslim, Shia, Feminist, Liberal, Graphic Designer (whatever any of that even means). I grew up in Toronto, got my degree in Houston and now I don’t really live anywhere.
The past couple of years have been strange in the best way: I graduated in 2016 and since then I haven’t lived in a place more than a year (give or take). All my possessions fit into two carry-on sized bags (besides a lot of boxes of art and books gathering dust in my parents basement) and even if I “settle down”, I hope that my amount of possessions does not increase (expect maybe books, I would like an infinite amount of books to read).
It seems that everyone has an opinion on the way that I live, but mostly, the general consensus is that either this was of living is either inspirational or completely insane. I don’t think either of those descriptions are correct.
A bit of back story; I didn’t quite finish High School in the “normal” way, started my university career as a Computer Science major, switched to Theoretical Mathematics, studied a bit of Architecture and finally ended up as a Graphic Designer. Once I graduated, I followed the trajectory that most people follow, I got an “adult” job, an “adult” apartment, had a decent
I think the point that I’m trying to make is that: who cares? Life is complete chaos, the only thing that seems to matter is your intention. So, I intend to write this blog for a little while. Maybe someone will read it and understand what I am trying to say and maybe no one will read it or maybe a lot of people will read it and think I am completely insane. All those options (and any others that exist) are all satisfactory to me.