Jumping Back in the Water

I’ve decided to go back in.

It’s going to be a hard mountain to climb, starting from scratch with nothing at all, but if a chimpanzee can paint pictures I can pick up the pieces of my second life. And grin while I’m doing it.

This time, I’m going to deal only with Second Life itself and not trust another private land rental again. Not ever again. The person I was renting an island from, as I’ve said, sold his properties without a word to any of his tenants. Not a thought about returning the expensive tiers I’d just paid for the coming month. My island and shopping strip was sold, and the new owner returned all my objects to me.

So in my inventory I have the contents of an entire island, cathedral, chapel, open air wedding centre, romantic grotto, bridal retreat, two honeymoon apartments, dance hall, office, a boat and reception area with food, wine and knick knacks. Plus my two dogs from the Virtual Kennel Club.

I can’t see any option but to delete them – unless I rent another very large area with heaps of prims where it’s possible for me to rez them.

But no worries, I will start looking today for some suitable land to rebuild.

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