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📍Chestnut Ridge – Home Lot 🌄 #DreamspaceBuild #CottageCoreUnlocked #WeHaveWallsNow

We did it.

Scrimped. Painted. Gardened. Sold everything that wasn’t rooted to the ground—and finally, there’s a bedroom. A real one. With four walls, a roof, and enough windows to let the dawn in gently instead of waking up to bugs on the inflatable mattress.

The walls are still bare. The decor, humble. But it’s home. The kind you feel in your bones when you close the door behind you and know: "I made this. From scratch. From nothing but hope, hustle, and a little help from Monet and Eliza."

Recent Wins: 💰 Sold more paintings. 🌱 Garden’s turning a profit—parsley’s a surprisingly hot item. 🖌️ Still working the painter career—promotion coming soon! 🧹 Sweepy continues to defend the house from the dust bunny uprising.

Next Goal: Phase out the half-gabled cottage and start laying the bones of a full house. A proper kitchen. A cozy reading nook. Maybe even an art studio with skylights.

But tonight, I sleep in a real bed. Under a patchwork quilt. In a room I built.

And that? That is everything.

📍Chestnut Ridge – Home Lot 🍜 #DreamspaceBuild #OutdoorKitchenChronicles #DustBunnyInvasion

First real home-cooked meal: Burmese Samosa Soup. Rich, spicy, and warm enough to challenge the chill thunder rolling over the ridge.

Cooked it under the protection of the gabled overhang, rain drumming all around me. It was the kind of moment you’d romanticize in hindsight—if you weren’t living it a little anxious and mildly damp.

But I did it. Food that wasn’t a granola bar, a can, or "whatever fits in the cooler." It felt like a quiet victory.

Next up: A real bed. The inflatable one wheezes every time I move and Monet keeps claiming it like she pays rent.

Also, a new battle has begun: 🧹 Dust Bunnies. They’ve arrived, they’ve multiplied, and I’m fairly certain one is plotting a coup. I swept twice. They blinked at me and whispered in lint.

So now I’m saving up for two things:

A bedroom with actual walls and a bed that doesn’t deflate under existential weight.

A vacuum. Or maybe a small army of enchanted brooms. Whichever’s cheaper.

But still—tonight, there was soup. And thunder. And a sense, however fragile, that this life is becoming something real.

🚪 Entry Eight: A Door That Locks and a Light That Lasts

📍Chestnut Ridge – Home Lot 🪵 #DreamspaceBuild #SlowGrowChronicles #NoMoreCoolerNights

It finally happened.

I built a bathroom. An actual bathroom. With walls, and wood that smells like rain, and stone tiles that whisper forest stories under my feet. A rustic little sanctuary of steam and sighs. No more camp showers. No more burglars stealing the bowl Grace poops in.

This one has a door that locks and a light that lasts.

The house still isn’t much yet, but it’s becoming. Like me.

Current rhythm: 🎨 Paint. Sell. Repeat. 🪴 Tend the garden—parsley’s thriving, madnip’s plotting. 🪙 Trade strawberries and canvases for simoleons, dreams, and discount building materials.

Grace naps in the sun by the mandrake now. Monet patrols the porch like she owns the world. And maybe she does.

The next goal: a kitchen. Something warm. Something that doesn’t hum like a tired old cooler or involve digging into a can by flashlight.

But tonight? Tonight I bathed in water I heated myself. I dried off under the glow of lanternlight. And I looked in the mirror and saw a woman who made something from nothing.

📍Chestnut Ridge, Lot: Edge of the Wild 👣 #SimblrSideQuest #DreamspaceBuild #AstridSatterlee

Started with §0. Just me, the easel, and Grace curled up by my feet. Monet ran circles around a firefly and then fell asleep in the long grass.

Painted my first piece today: a splash of sky and memory. Sold it for enough to buy seeds and a secondhand journal. This is how we begin. Color in the cracks. Joy in the waiting.

Tonight, I sleep under stars that don’t yet know my name. But soon, they will.