I’m still thinking about the Gladiator Enclave and the little room I used to call mine. The balcony, the training grounds view, the way Craze’s music would rattle the walls… it all feels so far away now.
A couple of mages were going on and on at the inn tonight about the new housing plots in Razorwind Shores. One of them was practically vibrating, talking about how she already had her whole color scheme planned out… something about “weathered Thalassian silver with deep forest green accents” and whether she should go for heavy velvet drapes or something lighter that “lets the light in.” The other one kept nodding like this was the most important decision she’d ever make in her life.
I just sat there nursing my drink, trying to tune them out.
I don’t even know what half of that means. Curtains? Accent rugs? Lighting that “lets the light in”? I can barely keep my transmog from looking like I got dressed in the dark. The idea of picking out furniture and deciding what kind of “vibe” my house should have feels like another full-time job I didn’t sign up for.
I don’t have time for another grind. I’m already behind on Conquest, drowning in tailoring mats, fishing for gold just to afford repairs and enchants, and staring at an unfinished transmog wishlist that mocks me every time I open my wardrobe. Now I’m supposed to start collecting rugs, lamps, curtains, and whatever else they decide a “proper home” needs?
No thank you.
I’ve got enough on my plate without adding “interior decorator” to the list. I’ll stick to my fishing pole and Abeke’s lumpy couch for now. At least the couch doesn’t require me to farm rare decor items or decide between a Thalassian silver theme and something more “cozy Eversong.”
…Right? Yeah. Absolutely not.
~Sahsha
(Definitely Not a Homeowner Any Time Soon)