Today is the first day of the rest of your empire

I've done it again!
Caledonians are, by nature, not an excitable bunch. Our corset strings are tied too tight for that sort of business, but there is one four-letter word that will get out britches steamed: land. Mr. Thadicus Caligari has been kind enough to wait out the weekend for me so that I could purchase his hot, little plot in Regency. It's an adorable little thing, snuggled up against the the Neo-Meiji Restoration sector of Regency, so I smell the cherry blossoms floating in from Miss Chevalier's cherry tree and hear the tinkling of my neighbors' Zen ponds.
This does not come without complications, however. Because the L word is such a rarity, such an exquisite delicacy in Caledon, it may insight us to make hasty decisions with little or no forethought. I had often daydreamed of grand, open gardens and museums for my peers, but there was certainly no plan yet in motion when I bum-rushed Mr. Caligari, only a vague wish to create a public space for the betterment of Her Grace, Caledon. But now that the void of ideas has passed, an overabundace of ideas has replaced it. Decisions, decisions, such a delightful burden to bear.