So...here I am, on the edge of 48, in the process of divorce and selling a home. My quest to find an apartment with all the right stuff and feel was much shorter than expected. I found a sweet place in Freeport on the water that welcomed Tika, my most excellent doggie. Picked up the keys today.
Kinda strange you see, I have wandered in Second Life as Skye Axon, an internet user-created 3D virtual environment since 2005. I feel like I'm starting a second life, so is my virtual life and my real life meshing? a bizarre feeling actually... but what is real anyway?