The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
You know what’s a good way to shoo the bad thoughts away? Exercise. More specifically, jogging. The late spring fog doesn’t scare me, I’ve seen worse in Selvadorada.
I do one lap around the neighborhood, then get a refreshing iced tea from the stand in the middle of our little plaza. And that’s when I get accosted by a pirate. I’d completely forgotten what day today was and I have no costume, but I’m still gonna play along, I guess.
Errrr… “ahoy, matey?”
It’s my first morning waking up alone in this big house I own, and I cannot lie — I feel a bit gloomy.
Now I love not having to cross the patio to get to the kitchen, or even to change from my underwear, but that first cup of coffee does feel a little lonely.
I’m thankful for Lola.
This is my house. It’s perfect for someone who lives alone, with the whole first floor dedicated to a bedroom, a spacious bathroom only separated from the living room by a beads curtain, and the smallest of dining areas.
My favorite parts, though, are the terrace that overlooks the lake, and the little office nook under the stairs.
Months passed, months upon months of saving every penny I earned, from authenticating omiscan relics, selling some, and from the royalties of the archaeology book I had resolved to write at the beginning of the year.
Saving every penny until they added up in the lump sum I needed to purchase — with no parental help — a home I had had my eye on for a while. It was important to me that I do it by myself, even if Mom offered, again and again, forgetting she had chosen to take the path of independence herself, thirty or so years ago.
So, at the beginning of summer, I move out of my parents’ home and into this Oasis Springs home. Alone… except of course for Loladorada.
I haven’t been alone in years. I was born surrounded not just by my two impossibly loving parents, but a whole galaxy of family members and friends of the family, hovering, ready to help, always there. And then of course, the twins were born, and they became a big part of my life.
I loved it. I love my family. I’ve never felt connected to anyone but them and I’ve never needed anyone but them. Still don’t. They helped me feel like I fit in, they helped me know that I had a place in this world and how to navigate it.
But now, I feel like what I do need…
Is some time alone.
So, do you think if I post my new self-portrait they’ll think that’s what I was doing instead of updating my blog? It’s totally legit, right?
Anyway, I’m still having trouble getting back into the swing of tumblr things, BUT I’m much better at drawing, so have a me with short hair and a gigantic plumbob.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 