I’m currently standing in Razorwind Shores having a full-blown meltdown and I need to write this down before I explode.
I flew straight to Razorwind Shores to finally make a decision on that perfect Plot #37 (the elevated one with the palm trees and the private dock that I’ve been daydreaming about for days. The one where I can sit at the end with my legs dangling after a long night of BGs and stare at the stars like a dramatic fool).
Except when I look at the available plots now… they all say “Stone Rock Haven.” Not Dry Spine Bastion. Not the name I remember. Just “Stone Rock Haven” everywhere.
Where the hell did my plot go?!
I flew around like a madwoman trying to find #37 again. The private dock one. The one that felt like mine. It’s not showing up the way it did before. I’m spiraling so hard I can’t even think straight. Of course. OF COURSE the second I finally decide on the one I want, the entire neighborhood decides to rename itself or whatever fresh chaos the cosmos cooked up today.
I’m standing here staring at Tocho Cloudhide like he personally betrayed me. He’s just politely waiting while I mutter under my breath and refresh the map for the tenth time.
This is fine. Everything is fine.
I’m going to breathe. I’m going to fly around one more time and look specifically for the plot number #37, not the neighborhood name. The numbers are what matter, right? The private dock has to still be attached to the same plot.
Please, Light, let it still be there.
I’ll update you when I either claim the damn thing or have a full breakdown on this dock.
~Sahsha
Update:
Still standing in Razorwind Shores continuing with my existential crisis. The neighborhood name changed to “Stone Rock Haven” and I almost had a heart attack thinking my perfect plot had vanished into the void.
So I marched back to Tocho Cloudhide like a woman on the edge and said, “I want to see other neighborhood options.” He opened the House Finder for me and I started browsing. There are dozens of neighborhoods. Dozens. I finally found Dry Spine Bastion again and let out the most undignified sigh of relief.
I hovered over every available plot until I found it: #37. The elevated one. Palm trees. Private dock stretching out over the water exactly like I remembered.
Except now there’s a big fat 1000 gold price tag on it.
Last night it showed zero copper. Tonight it wants a thousand gold. Of course it does. Why would anything ever be simple?
I ported straight to the plot anyway. I’m standing here right now, looking at the empty patch of ground that could actually be mine. The dock is perfect. The view is perfect. I can already picture myself sitting at the end of it after a long night of battlegrounds, legs dangling, staring at the stars and pretending I have my life together.
But now my brain won’t shut up.
There are other neighborhoods. What if there’s something even better I haven’t seen yet? What if I buy this one and then find a plot with a better dock and better neighbors and no random tallstriders wandering through? Do I need to fly around and inspect every single available house in every single neighborhood before I commit? That sounds like an all-night project and I’m already exhausted.
I’m standing here with 1,000 gold in my bag, staring at an empty plot like it might bite me, and Tocho is politely waiting in the distance while I have a silent meltdown.
This was supposed to be the easy part.
Apparently I am physically incapable of making one simple decision without turning it into a full crisis.
I walked the whole perimeter, trying to picture where everything would go, when I noticed them: a bunch of big, stubborn boulders scattered across the plot like some giant had dropped his rock collection and forgotten to pick it up.
Now I’m getting cold feet.
Will the seller remove them? Or am I supposed to live with decorative boulders forever? And if not… do I really have to beg some of my random BG teammates to come flex their muscles and haul this shit out for me? “Hey guys, thanks for the heals last match, any chance you can come move some rocks for your favorite priest?”
Of course this is how it goes. I finally decide on a plot and it comes with its own landscaping problems.
I’ll update you when I either buy the damn thing or talk myself out of it entirely. Time to blow off some steam on the battlegrounds.
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest, Professional Overthinker… and Currently Having a Crisis Over Real Estate)