Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
I’m very rarely in Windenburg at night and this side of the city is absolutely beautiful. It’s still raining, but I decide to go for a jog around the modern neighborhood anyway. As usual, good training for when I’m back in Selvadorada.
It’s Gardening Day! You may remember it at this yearly holiday where my family gets together to garden. Gram says this tradition was born from our ancestors in Windenburg, who made their fortune from gardening and wanted to make sure the skill was never lost. That’s about as much as Gram has ever told me about our family history, so I decide to take this information as truth.
The weather isn’t the best this year, but Gram says it makes the plants in her herbology’s shop back garden happy, and I suppose she knows best. I’m happy I get to hang around my family for the first time since I moved out, even though Cléo and Cyril are totally paying more attention to the basil than me.
Gram doesn’t only talk about old family lore, though. While everyone else is busy, she says she has a favor to ask…
I honestly spend more time with Lola than I ever could before
After that first jog around the neighborhood when I arrived, I included lunch at the stalls by the fountain in my daily routine. It’s the summer, I get to enjoy the sun on my face as I eat something I did not have to cook, and in some ways, it reminds me of the marketplace in Selvadorada.
There’s music from Selvadorada playing all day long in the house now, from the minute I wake up. Sometimes Lola allows me to rumbasim with her in my arms. Gardening Day is growing close, the neighborhood is bright and alive with colors, and the checks from the Archaeology Association and my publisher are still rolling in.
A yoga session followed by a lavender bath in my very own bathroom? Even Loladorada can’t resist the appeal. We’re both slowly easing into this independent life after all.
It feels more like home with my favorite artifacts feeling the voids on tables and shelves. And Gardening Day is coming up again, so maybe it’s time I decorate the house? It feels odd to do it by myself for the first time, but I’ve been taught well.
YAAAAASS 💕💕💕
It doesn’t matter if it’s in Newcrest or Oasis Springs, my first love remains my work, and I have more space than ever to practice.
More occasions to be distracted by Lola, too. I realize all of this is also a big adjustment for her.
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?”
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