Jill is pregnant. SV wants to spend lots of time with her, constantly rolling romantic and friendly whims about her. So we take a vacation day and go on a few dates – since Jill’s aspiration is Soulmate.
Well, one thing led to another. It kind of felt rushed, but it also felt if they were on a roll, and things went so well, and they were happy, so I went with it. It was a blur mostly, but they laughed the entire time and had a great time.
Did I mention they don’t have to sleep outside anymore? Well, they have a bedroom of sorts now.
That’s Kamden. He’s a teen. In SV’s brief career as a cop, he talked to him on the street while Kamden still was a child. Since then, he’s coming over to visit now and then.
“How’s married life, guys?”
“Awesome! Don’t you see?” – note Jill’s expression which is something between annoyed and amused.
I’m not sure how much of the ingame events I should write down. I think that I won’t write about every little detail because that gets tiring after a while. It’s the big picture that matters to me in this case. I often get lost in detail – it’s the same for me with painting, too. I get lost in the placement of leaves on a twig and forget the light that touches the tree. I will try not to get lost here, but play this legacy to the end. If I finish it, it would be the first. I started 3 or 4 already. I got to the 4th generation once. Then I kind of lost the motivation, though I still think about the Greenbloom family, and perhaps I come back to it once.
Here, I tend to post a bunch of screenshots, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to write about my perception of the game. I wanted to think about what the game makes me think about. I wanted to question it. Question my own decisions, my own way to play the game. I feel that I am losing the way, getting lost in retelling the events, again.
It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’m turning 28. I don’t feel 28. I feel like 16, and I still feel like I have not found my place in life yet. There are too many things that I want to be, to become, to live. I am feeling the fear creeping in, the fear that I won’t be able to experience these things. I still have the “I want to be …. when I grow up”, but I am a grown up. I am approaching thirty. I haven’t done shit.