Have you ever finished reading a book and been left feeling not quite the same? Maybe it’s a feeling of emptiness, possibly sadness or even depression. You’ve been welcomed into a story — a world, which unfolds around you, presenting characters and people who grow and develop the more you delve in. It could be fantastical or relatable, or both. Discovering more and more until you realise that, sadly, it’s all coming to an end too soon. Then it’s over. It’s gone. The experience you’ve been welcomed into, the thing that was growing before you, has stopped and you know that you’ll never experience it the same way again. The words don’t change. Your interpretation might, but still, it will never be a part of your life like it was that first time.
Just under two years later, it’s time for the Wii to launch in Australia. The Wii was my last real adventure. It was also a solo adventure. I had moved out from living with Ryan and was now living with my girlfriend in a place of our own. As always, I was very excited by the new console from Nintendo. This would mark the third home console by the big N that I would be buying with my own money on launch day.