#lajas

Aunque no esté en mi isla, todavia busco apoyar como pueda. Eso incluye creando memes.

So, I finally watched the Pokémon: Detective Pikachu movie. I’ll be sharing my thoughts about it in another post. One thing I will say, however, is that I loved the slice-of-life view we got of what it could be like to live in a realistic Pokémon world. Because of this, I’ve decided to take real accounts of my life, alter, and re-tell them with the inclusion of Pokémon. These won’t be in any specific linear order, but there will be continuity between them, since they are based on my real life. I hope you all enjoy this!

What better story to begin with than the one where I caught my very first Pokémon. You see, I had just moved to Orlando, Florida from my small hometown of Lajas, Puerto Rico.

My mother didn’t despise Pokémon; instead, she “admired them from afar” (her words). She was sorta afraid of them. Something having to do with a Furfrou her mother had back when she was young. A story for another time. Anyway, because of this, the Pokémon we were allowed to have in the house were very limited and caught by my father. By the time I moved out, my sister was very attached to our Mightyena and our Glameow was pretty old. My sister would obviously keep Mightyena. That part was obvious. And Although I was clearly Glameow’s favorite, I didn’t want to risk stressing her out by moving her to a brand new environment. So she stayed back in Lajas with my parents.

When I moved to Orlando, I had no car to get around. Furthermore, I didn’t know anybody here so I had little to do on the weekends. Instead, I discovered this nice jogging route near my apartment called The Greenway. I loved it. It was nice and relaxing and not that many people used it, so I could lose myself in deep thought for hours. It was also big. It would easily take me an hour to get from where I lived to my usual stopping point. In short, it felt like my own private getaway.

Pokémon weren’t uncommon there. It being Florida, there were plenty of Totodile and Croconaw basking by the river’s edge. Once, I saw a Feraligatr. To say I was intimidated would be an understatement. I also spotted a lone Torkoal strolling by itself and Squirtle were always easy to see. Pidgey, Fletchling and the ocassional Spearow were also common. But the one that truly caught my attention was a little sleeping Burmy, hanging from a nearby rail.

It had a Plant Cloak on. I must’ve been gawking at it for quite some time, ‘cause it woke up to catch me staring at it. Please keep in mind, that I had never seen one back in Puerto Rico. I don’t even know if Burmy could eveb be found there. I was embarrased, so I quickly took off, leaving it behind. However, in the next couple of days I kept seeing it at the same spot. One day, I swear it was following me. I turned around to notice it had moved a couple of feet closer to where I was. One day, it relocated to a high branch that hung over the trail. It “accidently” fell on top of me. I didn’t mind, though. I proceeded to carry it for the rest of my trip and then left it back near the tree when I was done for the day.

One day, I decided to take the leap. I had a little money saved up on the side, and decided to buy a Poké Ball. I founnd Burmy in the same spot as usual. After staring at eachother for a while, I placed the Poké Ball on the ground and walked away. It wasn’t long until I heard the Ball open and then close. I turned around to finally hear that satisfying joybringing sound. CLICK!

Los Desmembrados/The Dismembered