I did it. I actually, finally did it.
After the whole “Stone Rock Haven” panic and the House Finder scroll that nearly gave me a heart attack, I found the exact same plot again under a different neighborhood name. Dry Desert Oasis. Same elevated ground. Same palm trees. Same perfect private dock stretching out over the water. Plot #37 still felt like mine.
I hovered over it, saw the big fat price tag… and then clicked.
Zero silver.
I blinked. Then I clicked again just to be sure. Still zero. The universe finally cut me a break.
The second the transaction went through, something in my chest did this weird little flip. One minute I was a broke, couch-surfing priest with no real roots, and the next I’m a homeowner. A very confused, slightly terrified homeowner in Dry Desert Oasis, Razorwind Shores.
I portaled straight to the plot and immediately started surveying the place like a proper adult. Walked the whole perimeter, took in the view, pictured where the Adirondack chairs would go on the dock… and of course I managed to step right off the side of the damn cliff. Because that’s me. Luckily I remembered to levitate before my robes hit the water, so at least I didn’t drown on day one of homeownership.
The little hut that came with the plot is… well. It’s really fucking ugly. Dark stone, weird red glowy bits, looks like it was designed by someone who lost a bet with a fel reaver. But it’s mine. I own it. I can stare at it and hate it and still feel weirdly proud.
I walked straight out to the end of the dock, sat down with my legs dangling over the edge, and stared at the stars for a while. It felt peaceful.
For about five whole minutes.
Then the reality hit me like a rogue opening from stealth: I now own an empty house that I somehow have to fill and decorate. With what? My half-finished Thalassian sash that still doesn’t exist? The little bit of gold I have left after buying those useless heraldries yesterday?
This was supposed to be a simple win. One tiny adulting victory.
Instead I’m already spiraling about furniture, themes, and how I’m going to afford any of it while still trying to finish my gear.
But at least I have a dock now.
I’m going to hold onto that small, stupid victory for dear life while the rest of my brain screams.
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest and Brand New Homeowner… Already Spiraling)