When I first entered Second Life, I was quite content with the fact that my Avatar didn’t really need a home. Fewer Lindens spent on rent meant more Lindens available to buy clothes. She could wander across the grid and everything she owned would always be with her. She could adhere perfectly to my RL dad’s motto of ‘It is better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.’ Sadly, this motto means that my father wears a fanny pack that is bigger then most women’s purses. (I know, I know - I tell him! Don’t you think I tell him?)
Modeling my RL dad’s version of an inventory folder. (No, I can't believe I found one in SL either, but there you go....)
Since the weather in SL is perpetually nice and I could always manage to find a place to open boxes and change clothing without too much of a fuss, I thought I was set. Occasionally, I would go as far as to find a nice tree on my favorite shopping island and pretend that my Avatar would go to sleep under it when I logged off.
But one day, as I was changing clothing behind a shop, I realized that I was being watched. A male Avatar was eating from a box of popcorn and watching me as I sorted through new lingerie purchases. Crunch, crunch, crunch…..watch, watch, watch. He wouldn’t give me privacy, but he was happy to share his popcorn with me. (See photo below for a panda reenactment of this event.)
Yeah....it was sort of like this.....Escapade Zoo & Safari.
I gathered as many Lindens as I could in my young SLife and went apartment hunting. I found a cute two room place with a patio. The only downside? It was so incredibly high up above the ground that if you accidentally stepped off of the patio (Did I mention that I have some walking challenges?) you would automatically plummet 500+ meters to the ground. (Hmmm… I guess that would be more of a disadvantage in RL, wouldn't it?)
I moved in right away and it was fan-frickin-tastic. I set up a bedroom and clothes changing area. I bought a low prim fireplace and hung pictures on the walls. I set out so many poses that my living room looked like the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. Home Sweet Home.
After a couple of months, my Second Life boyfriend told me about a piece of land that had just gone up for sale near his home. The land was pretty, it had a healthy prim allotment and the tier fees were the same as my rent. So, I bit.
The next step was building a custom home on it. No freebie house for me. Not only have I developed some building skilllllzzzzzz, but I have some definite ideas of what I want in a house.
What do I want in a home? I want a wealthy, naked man cooking me dinner. But as far as features go, I wanted a media room, a GIANT bath room, lots of windows, French doors, fireplaces, room for a small office and teleporters instead of stairs. Oh, and a yard for my scripted dog, Oscar.
So, after several complete rebuilds, a nail gun injury (Sorry, Babe!), hundreds of Lindens worth of textures and scripted doors, and a bit of perspiration, I am officially a Second Life homeowner.Yes, my fellow
Tah dah! My house!
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