So says Spider Robinson in Callahan’s Key (or words to that effect). In Second Life, it’s not that easy; the only one who can pick up your swag is yourself. So you have to do all the toting and shoving by your lonesome.
Why am I mentioning this? Because I’ve just moved — again! This time I was compelled to by situations far beyond my control. My landlord’s account was locked by Linden Lab for some mysterious, unexplained reason, and so his rent boxes all went dark. Fortunately, his property-management group has some estate islands that are under another avatar’s name in the group, and the displaces avatars have been offered first shot at the empty houses and apartments. I found a pretty nice place for only L$100 more a week.
To be truthful, I was contemplating moving already. As I think I noted when I leased the place in Hrosskell, I keep landing in apartments on the border of sims. Well, the property across the region line was changing hands quite frequently; but it seems to have settled down, and someone’s built houses there — with hulkin’ big rotating signs saying “For Sale” overhead. Not quite an adfarm, but close enough to it to kill my view, and I was getting sick of it. This situation here just accelerated the speed at which I took off.
So here I am again, in a house with bare walls. But filled with light; I may have some problem hanging all my art here, at least on the first floor. Plus I’m right up on the water (and there’s three more islands that I can swing through on my JetSki), and a big upper deck. So I’m making the most of it in the meantime. I’ll publish pictures of the new place when I get it more fully decorated, here and on Flickr and Koinup.
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