Grape Purple Monologue

I grew up with a Game Boy Color in my hands. No matter where I went, I always had the
“Grape Purple” device loaded with any Pokemon game. My favorite was a copy of the Crystal version I bought with my allowance from a friend’s garage sale. He had failed to mention that the game didn’t save, but I fell in love with the whole experience of choosing a new starter that I just played it over and over again unbothered. It was the first time I had felt like I’d been transported to another world, and encountered the transcendental idea of fantasy. When my parents enrolled me in a kid’s soccer league when I was in Kindergarten, I would completely get into my mind and imagine I was playing against the toughest gym leaders of the Elite Four. By the time
Petersburgh, or eating dozens of Krispy Kreme donuts and then stopping at a Dunkin Donuts even after we had all got sick. I officially moved to Colorado with my mom in mid-June of 2017. It is a beautiful state, and it has been wonderful to be close to my grandparents again and experience a change of scenery - especially one where the summers do not go above a hundred degrees fahrenheit. Mentally, though, it has been challenging. Even though I hated it at the time, I wish my friends would still come by unannounced at one in the morning. I wish I knew all the street names of these roads by heart. I wish I could look out into my backyard and see seventeen years of wonderful memories. The nostalgia is so sweet and appealing, but I know I couldn’t stay stationery in that home for another year. My heart needed a change, and even though it was terrifying, so did my brain. These past few months have been one of the most eye-opening times of my life. It has been so long since I have truly felt the sense of being alone with my thoughts. And, as scary as it can be at times, it has been helping me