(Asa POV)
Today I moved into the giant 60 acre lot that is called 15 Summer Hill Court. It's so peaceful, and even though it took most of my savings, I know it was worth it, even if it did mean I didn't have enough to put up walls to make a full room.
After moving the mailbox and the garbage can a bit closer to the main home, and checking to make sure the foundation was solid and the deck was sturdy, I decided to try my hand at a little painting.
I've never painted before, but I find that I'm kind of enjoying it. It's quite relaxing, and it's very cool to watch the colors spreading across the canvas.
I had just begun my first ever painting when I heard a faint thump and a small yawn. I looked over and saw that a young boy had come to deliver the newspaper. He is the first person to come visit me on the lot, so naturally I was very excited to welcome him.
I would have invited him in, but he said that he had other deliveries to make, so I let him go on his way. He has a little green bicycle of his own, so it's not as bad as if he'd walked to my house, but still...
After Skip left, I figured I'd do a little gardening. After all, that is why I bought this lot. I planted the three lettuces that I found in the refrigerator. I'm wishing on my lucky stars that at least one of them sprouts a healthy crop.
After reading the newspaper that Skip had brought me, (Guitar classes are apparently discounted today, but I don't have the money to attend one) I decided to go back to the canvas and see what I could scratch out.
It took me a few hours, and it was only worth about $3, but I'm very proud of myself. I've decided to title this painting Into the Blue. because of the way the blues really popped in it.
It was already 1:30, but I wasn't hungry in the least, so I decided to continue practicing at the easel. This time I decided to begin on a medium-sized canvas. I know I could go with a larger canvas, and that to limit my working space could potentially limit my creativity, but really, at this point, I don't think I quite trust myself to not completely ruin a good-quality large canvas.
I don't yet have a counter to prepare anything properly, and nor do I have a table to eat at, or even a chair, so I contented myself with a juice box, using the toilet for my seat. It's not the most glamorous lifestyle, I know, but it's better than the floor, I suppose.
At eight o'clock, I decided to turn in so I can be up bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to checking on how my garden is doing. Hopefully tomorrow, things will be on their way up.
Stastics / Updates:
Painting sold for $3
Skill Points:
Painting +2 (2)
18 days until aging up
Funds: $7