I still don’t have a name for my blog, which is kind of sad, but I’ll work on that later. I still haven’t even told anyone about this place. I’m shy, but I still like having all my blogs. It’s a little bit of an internal struggle at times between those parts of me. I love people, but they kind of intimidate me me at the same time, and I do find that I need a lot more time by myself than most of my friends.

But that’s really not what I meant to write about here, so let’s move on a bit. In my last post, I mentioned my small little beach house. The person who owns the island on which I was renting decided to start up a security agency for some unknown reason. There was no discussion about it, and several of us were surprised by it. The patrolling security guard creeped me out a bit, and he seemed to be on a power trip, so I decided to cancel my future rent payments and find a new place.

I looked for some land again, but I’m still not finding anything I like enough to purchase. Renting something else while I keep looking seemed like a good idea, and somehow I ended up on another beach (though much more lushly landscaped than my previous one) in an even bigger house that I’m still treating as an over-sized closet. I’m really spending too much cash on these not-quite-right homes, and I think I’ll just go back to being homeless if I can’t find the right land before my rental period on the new place runs out.

I’m going to be away from SL for the rest of the week as my husband and I celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary with a little vacation. That makes this new rental even sillier because I’m paying for a week that I won’t even be in world. Can we say impulse purchase? I have more cents than sense at times.