I’ve finally hit the level cap in World of Warcraft.

Ceto, female human rogue of Uther, is my first Level 60, and hopefully not my last. It’s been a long journey. I bought WoW nearly a year ago. The exact date escapes me, but it may have been late March. Several slumps, an enthusiasm for exploration, an unexpected six week hiatus due to a broken motherboard, and real life obligations stretched my time played to nearly 26 days over the course of eight months.

That’s an average of 2.5 hours a day, which should give you an idea of this game’s deathgrip on my life. (Actually, if I only played 2.5 hours in a sitting, but played every day, I think I would have a much more balanced life.)

I’m glad I finally hit the cap. I intended to hit 60 several times before, as early as mid-December, but in the end I’m glad I did it before the expansion was released. That was my most realistic goal of all. Now the focus of the game changes. Experience points are no longer relevant. Farming a level 20 boar for Light Leather can be as productive as farming a Level 50 skeleton for Runecloth. “Progression,” is not restricted by those things that directly translate into experience points. I can go fishing if I feel like it. It’s a good feeling.

Bonus link: Apocalypse, my guild. (Yet another website I’m working on.)