Being Bahama

Goodbye, Moneta

It’s a strange thing for me to be so calm and certain about such a big change.  I don’t know how to explain it except to say that it all feels as if it is happening just as it should be.

For weeks now, many of Moneta’s citizens have been away.  We all found ourselves in that dream and many chose not to return.  I’ve wandered back here every now and again… but not to live. 

I’ve slowly been preparing Moneta for destruction. 

I reorganized the guild supplies and packed away the gardens, cloning center, garage and bank.  I’ve cleaned out the city hall and given away my desk, my chair and everything else that remained.  Little by little, the city we all knew and loved ceased to exist.

As expected, the Planetary Civic Authority began harassing citizens, marking their houses for demolition.  But it mattered little.  I was prepared to do what needed to be done.  My last act as Mayor of Moneta would be to destroy the city hall, erasing Moneta from the Civic Authority’s database and rescuing the remaining structures from it’s overbearing regulations.

Today was that day.

Everything was in place.  I was ready. I stood in the empty city hall and listened to the echo of my voice as I whispered, “Goodbye, Moneta.”

I expected to be overwhelmed with sadness but instead was surprised to feel peace.  Moneta became more than I’d ever imagined she could be.  I was privileged to work with incredible citizens who made her the awesome community she was.  I’m a little relieved to know my job here is done.  I did my best to serve the citizens of Moneta, even as I pushed that self destruct button. 

It was simply time for this to end.  A new era has already begun… and now, with my responsibilities completed, I’m free to move on with my friends.  I can walk away with my head held high, a smile on my face. 

Moneta’s spirit will continue on, her legacy the friendships that transcend this place.