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A Split Life
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I completed this piece today and two days ago I signed the lease to my first apartment. I have lived alone before, but in someone else’s place (well technically, I have been living alone in a hotel since early February also paid for by someone else). No, I don’t know why they had a place they paid rent for but never lived in, as they did not have other property.
A couple of weeks ago, I was upset that I might complete this while technically being homeless (a comfortable homelessness, but still). I was also very frustrated by how slow the entire process of extracting myself from a (multiple actually) life threatening situation(s) has been. Then, this week, everything went really fast. From getting my items from the place above the stalkers’, to viewing apartments, to applying to places, to getting renters insurance and changing over utilities…
It was fast and busy, and my social battery is like someone dragging their nails across an already open wound.
I have had multiple people ask me how I feel knowing I pick the keys up to my new home in a matter of days. They are all so excited for me. I keep waiting for happiness or relief to drop any minute, and all I feel is “what’s the next task”. I don’t know the single word for this. Anticipation seems too happy, or too filled with emotion, and I don’t feel anything beyond “next”.
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Got some almost completed petals, along with an almost complete overall project, and I still feel odd about accomplishing this while technically homeless. I have some more of these butterfly/flower Frankenstein patterns with me, but I don’t know if I will start another immediately with the way I feel right now.
Been spending allot of time reading through Farming Town: Tropical Vacation to whine down, as I have had a number of days indoors with no tasks to complete. There are sOOOooooo many typos, and confusing passages. Those and my own silliness has both made me laugh and long for my game. I feel like looking back also makes me more likely to reopen Harveston County, assuming my desktop isn’t corrupted. I still really like the idea of a Black farming community. Savage, Nation, Winter, and Conquer’s cow poke club clothes makes me want to see all of the rugged flamboyant style combinations I can come up with. Would love to see a club full of that.
The next couple of days are going to be super busy. I will be taking care of something I have been scared to do for years, and I’m still super nervous about that despite breezing through other fears without batting an eye last week. I didn’t used to be scared of so many things. I’d lost allot of self confidence long before being stalked and while accomplishing stuff proves I can do these things I feel like the ability will go away the longer it takes to do things and EVERYTHING here takes so long to get done.
Anyways, I am still alive and I am apparently a dangerous beast who’s survival instincts are on 100. Can’t wait to be on the other side of this though.
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Got to work on this more while I washed clothes, so I completed the petals on one flower and did some work on the other.
Felt more positive and in control today. Accomplished way more than expected and got a chance to just relax.
At the moment I feel not so hot about nearly completing this while this, whatever this is, is still going on. I also miss playing TS3.
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A little more petal work done.
This week has been odd. Of the weeks I have had since fleeing stalker, it’s had the less amount of chaos and the largest amount of progression towards something like a “final” goal, but I don’t feel any relief.
I realized it’s because I have been spending a great deal of time working towards a near 10 year dream, that may not be my dream anymore. I don’t know what to do with that, but have to figure that out faster than my brain works.
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Added some twigs and started on the flower petals.
Things still slowerer than I would like with a couple completed or near completed tasks and I no longer know what’s a greater danger, the stalker, or the family members so desperate to keep me around that they seem to be sabotaging my attempts to save my own life.
Every week they remind me why I’d mostly stopped interacting with them and while I mostly have no regrets in life, coming back “home” is looking more and more like the biggest mistake I ever made.
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Stems added to buds.
Nothing has gone to plan, and I am really being forced to face that the people around me do not live in reality. For them, danger is always in the future, never in the present. So they refuse to sit with the knowledge that someone has actively been trying to kill me.
I’m still alive, and I hate that Lucille Clifton poem even more.
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Some completed leaves and a couple stemless bulbs.
Been a hard week. Things are moving at a pace slower than desired, but moving nonetheless. Been doing this while making arrangements for my things. Also been learning to play Mancala this week.
Being out of the apartment and someplace on my own has made me realize how much I bent myself around the other people in my life. Taking care of myself has become much easier now that I’ve stopped doing that. Despite the situation, I have been taking care of myself much better. Personal care activities that used to drain me or cause a meltdown aren’t as overwhelming and/or enjoyable. It’s odd to experience.
As an aside, I don’t know if my gaming computer was also hacked by the stalker, and if it was hacked I don’t know if they just went through my stuff or if it has a virus or malware or anything like that. If the latter is the case then all my sim stuff could be gone.
I was super upset about that possibility during week one, but… I don’t really know how I feel about it now. I don’t like that my story, which was so close to the end would get cut off prematurely, but other than that I guess I’m too far removed.
Anyway, hope you all are ok.
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More unfinished leaves added, and I realized being stalked has resulted in me accomplishing a long term goal that my agoraphobia was adamantly against. I don’t live with my brother anymore! And my next full time living arrangement will be my own place!
It’s also hilarious to me that this all happened during Black history month.
Anyways, still alive, and if my stalker and hacker is/are reading this, FUCK YOU! 🤣
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What I’m up to while I wait to leave the city.
Took up embroidery in 2020. It wasn’t a pandemic hobby. At some point when I was really depressed, I realized I wasn’t going to kill myself, that the key to getting through existence was to find the things I really liked doing for me, not for my family or friends, community or humanity as a whole. I looked for affordable hobbies then, and came across an embroidery pattern by accident. Since I always found sewing peaceful (the sound of thread through fabric is soothing to me) I decided to give embroidery a try. My goal was to apply myself without trying to force myself to be perfect or to perfect something.
I have been embroidering ever since then, and have finished a number of pieces. The above is what I brought with me to the hotel.
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So… life
Back in the summer I mentioned that so much was going I was too overwhelmed to explain everything. Well last week things escalated to the point that I have had to tell a bunch of people over and over, so I might as well tell you all too. In July I discovered that my downstairs neighbor was listening in on my conversations using his music equipment (I think he makes beats) and now he is outright stalking, and trying to use his knowledge of my autism and allergy history to cause meltdowns and try to… well… poison me.
Last week I discovered he hacked my phone and had been hacking my headset. While crashing at my mom’s I discovered that her laptop and tablet were also hacked. Later, after I got my dad involved (my folks aren’t together) he told me the apps on his phone cut on by themselves, which is a sign of a hacked phone.
Since the hacking a number of my accounts have been locked. I was able to protect what little money I have, though my Amazon account, which I am locked out of had gift card credits. I don’t know if my gaming computer has been hacked, but as a precaution I have not used it since Thursday or Friday of last week.
I am currently staying in a hotel suite. I bought an emergency flip phone, and got my hands on a tablet just yesterday. I suspect the stalker is in the suite beside mine as my family haven’t really gotten it in their heads that their gadgets may all be compromised.
I am not dead yet, and the authorities can’t (even if they cared) do anything to help me until he does more than try to asphyxiate me. Obviously this simblr is on hiatus until… well, I don’t know when.
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Spring - Year 3
Travelling close to land causes Trovinte and Pride's trip to the other side of their home island to take longer than planned.
Still, when the finally wind the bin closest to the fruit patch where they intend to spend the rest of their day, the sky is still bright and blue.
After anchoring the Sea Elephant, they taking a row boat to shore, placing Calico Mars and Kiba between the two sims to keep the dogs from falling or jumping into the sea.
Once on land, they head to the fruit patch to fill their foraging packs with various berries and grapes.
This is another of the lots I later redesigned. In addition to the changes I mentioned in Justice's solo post, I also replaced all EA's strawberry plants with Douglas Veiga's (found on MTS, I think), as oppose to growing both as I had been previously.
As you can see I use nearly invisible fence cc to keep animals from eating up all the food on the lots. This and the rickety gates are also locked to keep out pets. This is mostly to avoid routing issues.
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Spring - Year 3
Back on the home side of the main island, Shocc send's Assiduous home, before taking a break.
After washing his hands, he sits and has his second meal of the day enjoying the breeze outside the sweltering workshop.
Back at the house, Ru and Integrity clean the kitchen before the adult heads off to tend more laundry.
Just as Ru makes the second floor landing, Assiduous returns home, to wait on the elder triplet to complete their tasks before the two can head off and play.
Over at the herbalist hut, Moma FroAnkhe studies solo. Both she, and I, are still adjusting to the children's new freedom.
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Spring - Year 3
Justice stirred his wind surfboard towards the waterfall located on the archipelago's larger island.
After fighting against the tide and the shift of the breeze, he approached land, and adjusted to slow his incoming.
Once close enough to shore, he secured his sail, and dragged it, his board, and himself uphill toward a wild patch, where carrots and potatoes grew.
This is one of the original lots I set up for my sims to harvest fruits and vegetables. Since these game shots, I've redesigned the area. There's now more vegetation and the harvestables have been reorganized.
Although Justice had only really made the trip to replenish dye supplies, there was still plenty of light left. So he trudged through grass and brambles in search of harvestable veg the family could use for food.
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Lawrence and Glamour's library tasks lasted long enough that Conquer and Tatiana migrated to the other side of the building for more comfortable seating arrangements. In facing accent chairs, the couple duo flicked through their respective books, silence only interrupted by distant footfalls and the sound of turning pages.
On occasional, Tatiana dared to glance at the older sim while partially hidden behind the lamp between them. One or two of her observations completely took her aback, and before long she was mentally writing poems about the way Conquer's brow wrinkled as he fell deeper into his book.
Near the computers, Glamour finished her assignment and abandoned her seat for the spot beside Lawrence. As he completed an email he suggested looking around the building before finding the others, and his girlfriend agreed as he hit "send". Unfortunately, (or fortunately for Glamour), their exploration lead Lawrence and Glamour back to the latter's uncle and bestfriend faster than expected.
There, Glamour caught the tale end of Tatiana checking out Conquer, but had no time to savior it before the other girl spotted the couple out of focus and skillfully returned her gaze to her book as if nothing of substance had been going on.
After a few moments, Tatiana pretended to see the others for the first time. She shut her book. Slid out from her chair, and then announced that she was returning it.
Conquer looked back over his shoulder as Glamour pulled up. While Tatiana headed off in the opposite direction, He stood, and then searched for a different seat to abandon his book on. Something about that seemed right. When he was satisfied with his choice, he caught up with the others at the the library's entrance.
There, they quietly whispered plans for the rest of the day.
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Traffic made what would have normally been less than a five minute walk, close to ten. The library was just across the road, but now Civic Center's corners served as stages for street performers and yellow cabs packed paths with cellphone photographers dangling out of their passenger windows.
Once the gang braved the chaos of the street and was safely inside the library, Glamour and Lawrence split off to fulfill their university side quests. Tatiana, whose professors required a task unfulfilled by shelves of leather bound tombs, kept herself busy searching through vengeful poetry for something as wicked as her current feelings for her bestie.
Conquer, again, unofficially kept Tatiana company. Sitting down at an empty table, he found a book abandoned on one of the other seats and ended up fingering through it until it's pages caught his interest.
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Conquer hung near the courtyard between the bakery and Carmina's sweet shop, catching the breeze coming in across the fountain while the kids made use of the facilities.
In the Ladies', Glamour tried to pry details of Tatiana and Conquer's one on one from her bestfriend, who's hand washing had become a metaphor for an attempt to cleanse her growing frustrations with the other girl's antics. As the attempt was not a complete success, the two ended up in the restroom longer than Lawrence in the Men's. Tatiana's irritated glance showing down against a smirk, that fell into defeat only because Glamour was grossed out by the state of the toilets.
Outside, they found Lawrence and Conquer quietly chatting off out of the way of any potential traffic. Once the girls rejoined their party, Conquer redirected them towards the main roads, eager to make it to their next destination.
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