Today the very last Pokemon episode with Ash, Misty, Brock and Pikachu aired. It’s like bidding farewell to old friends. Seems like a lot of people feel the same way?
When I was a small child using the name “pokeprincess” online (I was among the first generation to grow up on the internet, for better or worse, I mostly survived it) Ash, Misty, Brock and Pikachu were EVERYTHING to me. Look! Look at these terrible, beautiful “drawings” I did as a kid!
My room would’ve been a shrine to Pokemon if my parents had allowed it. But check out the posters!
My 35th birthday is just over a week away. It’s the 1st April and I discovered just yesterday that Ash’s first Pokemon episode aired in Japan on the 1st April too. So all this time I’ve been sharing a birthday with Ash Ketchum! What a great way to end the journey! Thank you guys. You really were the very best, like no-one ever was.
So things are a lot better this year than last year. I’m a freelance writer with The Mary Sue now which is fantastic! And I’m pretty sure my mental health has improved. Fingers crossed I can keep that up. I really, really hope so.
I stumbled across this old tweet thread I made, initially a stray thought on a Pokemon plushie sales tweet, and weirdly it seems to sum things up quite well.
Here’s some of my favourite Pokemon Go shots from over the years. I don’t play it as much anymore and the creators have made some teeth-clenchingly terrible decisions with it but it’ll always have a special place in my heart. As will Pokemon in general, of course.
I’m ill :( I got the seasonal cold I managed to avoid for three years. But in lighter news I discovered my phone’s slow-mo feature and took this video in Leicester town center (which is probably where I got the cold from.)
It’s been a very strange few days really. Not even necessarily bad in some ways, just… strange. I went to Nana’s house (without her, obviously) for what’s presumably the last time before it’s sold and that makes me pretty sad to think about. It’s funny but the house I now live in is very similar to the one my Nana and Grandad lived in once upon a time. I guess we’re all always trying to recapture our childhoods.