I am addicted to FarmVille.
I was on FaceBook for a good long time, a year I think, without falling prey to any of the cool games it advertises.
Tuesday asked me to join FarmVille around the first of December so I could send gifts to fill her tree. I thought–okay. I’ll play through the end of the month and be tired of it. Then I’ll close out the app and forget about it.
Christmas came and went. I was still playing.
I told myself once I had enough money to buy the simplest house (because I didn’t want my FarmVillian to be homeless) I would stop.
The cottage came and went. And I was still playing.
A white mansion rose from my fields. Then a ski lodge, then a zoo, a horse farm, and a tropical islandish getaway spot.
One night, I don’t even remember what happened, but I was upset. My hubby knew I’d fallen in love with FarmVille and bought me FV cash.
That night a world of possibilities opened up and a monster was born…
Three months later, my farm looks less like a farm and more like a tiny town. I love to create and build. I love my farm. It makes me happy tending my animals and planting my crops.
It is the perfect way to de-stress.
This is my farm in all its glory. (Click to expand the photo.)
Now that you’ve seen how deep my FarmVille addiction runs, won’t you join me?
Friend me on FaceBook and let the farming begin!