Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
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.
There, that was a rush of posts, but after so long away (I’d go into details as to why, but really I’ll sum it up by saying “mental health is hard and mine is just bad”), I really wanted to get it over with with that part of Hannah’s life. Spoiler alert, she’s moving in the next post, and we’re starting a brand new chapter.
A billion things happen which I can’t WAIT to start writing about, we were overdue for catching up. Like, way overdue.
Like, I’m-currently-playing-with-the-next-generation overdue.
So again, very sorry for all this time away.
Also here’s a little peek at the near future.
The presents are (mostly) a hit! Though from watching Dad walk around with a piece of cake in hand through the whole party, clearly not the best hit of the day.
And Keisha, don’t think I didn’t catch that look.
Oh look, now I’m an overprotective big sister to adults! I guess some things won’t ever change.
I have to imagine blowing your birthday candles at the exact same moment as your twin is an awesome bonding experience from their perspective. From mine, it’s a very, very emotional experience. I saw those two idiots be born, and now they’re both all grow up and all beautiful.
Everyone is here. Unlike me, the twins are social butterflies, and even Mom’s old friend Charlotte is around, along with her kid, Patience, who I still don’t like much, but what can you do, apparently she’s sticking around.
And, Amanda and a girl named Keisha are here too. While Amanda and my sister are officially an item, I can’t miss the not-so-subtle way Cyril introduced his other classmate.
Leave me alone, these are my last moments of being an overprotective older sister to teens.
Egg Day has come and went, but the celebrations are not over yet. There’s one more thing I have to do with my family.
And it’s one big thing.
When I decided to stay with them, years ago, despite me becoming an adult, despite my job, it was so that I could stay with the twins. ut the day has come now, when they simply won’t need me anymore.
Today, Cyril and Cléo are becoming adults too.
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