One of the problems with moving is that I forget what I have, so I have to drag things out and then they need cleaned and I have to sort my life out all over again.
I was talking to a friend of mine last night, about how sometimes I start my SL over. I’ve done it several times, and many of the people change and the scenery sometimes changes. I’m still me. I didn’t change, but for whatever reason – maybe it’s just the transient nature of the grid, I find myself shoved into a new life, willingly or not. Continue reading












