I was somewhat apprehensive as I stepped off the plane and onto the island – our new home – for the first time. I was used to life in Canvas, a town where I could walk to the shops to buy what I needed, buy new clothes or change my hairstyle on a whim. But as we stepped out onto the dock for the first time, I was struck with just how empty the land before us truly was. Overgrown with weeds, trees, and without a building or pathway in sight. Not even flowers!
Moreover, I was moving here with Canberra and Coach, two animals I’d never even met before. Thankfully, the Nooks had already established a basic plaza and resident services tent towards the centre of the island. They reassured us on the matters of our access to essentials – we would have some quality of life, after all – and had us pick out spaces for our tents that evening. I found a cosy spot nestled near the bank of a sort of river crossroads, whereas Canberra decided not to stray too far from the plaza, herself. Coach was stumped as to where to set his tent down, so I suggested the beach – as someone who’s into fitness, I figured he’d appreciate stepping out on the shore each morning to inspire him into his morning jog along the coastline. He heartily agreed!
Before I knew it, we’d settled down in front of the fire for a night of appleade, laughter, and stargazing. We were throwing out ideas on what to name the island long into the night, when I considered the name of my previous town of Canvas. I always liked that name as it gave the impression that the town was the canvas on which the tapestry of life would be painted. Similarly, then, Inkwell could be the pot of ink from which one might dip their pen into to write the story of their life. The others immediately took to the idea, and it became official. We celebrated for a while, but I soon grew weary and turned in for the night.
Or… so I thought. At 2am, Tom Nook – perhaps a little buzzed from one too many appleades – came by my tent to give me the full sum of my moving fees! The sly raccoon. Luckily, I’ve dealt with him before, so I wasn’t at all surprised. And besides, behind all the surface-level consumer-capitalism, there’s generosity in spades. One only has to look as far as the interest-free loan with no time limited repayment to see that. But enough – I’m starting to sound like one of his advertisements.
Things began moving rather quickly over the next few days, though perhaps that’s simply because I’m looking back – at the time, it felt like it was going at a snail’s pace! Despite originally envisioning an easy life with no responsibilities on a deserted island, I soon found myself falling into old habits, such as harvesting nearby fruit trees and selling sea shells for small sums of bells. Before long, my old friend Blathers visited, and almost immediately decided on staying and opening up a new museum, bigger and fancier than ever before. The Nooklings didn’t tarry either, setting up a new Nook’s Cranny beneath the cliff’s edge slightly north of the town plaza. And of course, we’d need to build a bridge to get there, and Daisy Mae – Joan’s granddaughter – now saw reason to visit for turnip sales, and then Sahara showed up… everything began to feel more familiar, but also more like home. I’d soon stopped thinking of Canvas as “back home” and started thinking of Inkwell in that way instead.
Speaking of Canvas, though, I had heard word that some of my old townsfolk had taken to visiting some deserted islands of their own, and I set out to some of the smaller ones in hope of coming across some of them, but no luck. I did, however, meet a very energetic yellow monkey by the name of Tammi. Behind her smile she seemed to be lamenting the nature of her current home, so I tentatively offered her a place back at Inkwell, to which she immediately accepted. She wasn’t the only one to move in this week, however; Tom Nook also had me building plots for Zucker the Octopus and Norma the Cow. Zucker is an… eccentric fellow, who has this odd fascination with bugs that I’ve not quite come to grips with yet. Norma is one of the sweetest animals I’ve ever met, and all three of the newer villages have immediately taken to decorating their homes with a delightful assortment of furniture.
Animals haven’t been Inkwell’s only visitors, however. I’ve been in touch with some friends, and have so far had the joy of hosting friends from Hoenn, Lazuli Bay, Stinkwhiff and Tarkinael. I’ve also visited their islands and met some of their villagers, including not one but two bulls who seem like cousins of my own Coach. We’ve traded fruit, so Inkwell now has a wide variety of delicacies on its horizon, as well as ample bell-making opportunities. Speaking of which, I’ve been hard at work ridding smaller islands of tarantulas for future visitors, which is hard work for honest pay, and have already swapped my humble tent for a fairly spacious house with three rooms! If my old friends back at Canvas knew I was in debt to Tom Nook once more, I’d never hear the end of it.
Resident services was closed for refurbishment today, but it’s due to open tomorrow and I’m so excited to see how it turns out. Tom Nook muttered something about requiring some help for the expanded services and gave me a knowing look, but I can’t think of who he might be hinting at. Well, I suppose I’ll find out soon enough. Tomorrow, as always on Inkwell, is another adventure.