Building a virtual cottage and repairing my childhood

In my post about my year in Valheim , I had one section that I always felt strangely bad about: “At first I labelled many of my cottages in Valheim as Keats, but finally settled on just one that was on its own small island. But I didn’t end up spending a lot of time there. Hanging out in the virtual Keats didn’t feel like the real one. Some memories have to remain just memories.” Why did that make…