For a few years I stopped gaming.
There were a few reasons. A new relationship meant that I just didn’t have much alone time anymore (and my other half didn’t really care about any game that wasn’t Zuma), I’d started getting into modern boardgames instead, but mainly I just fell out of love with games. I found myself spending more scanning the digital storefronts than loading up the games. They seemed to become almost a chore.
However, I always missed them. I’d still read the gaming news. I was always waiting to get back into them.
I actually bought a PS4 at the beginning go the year, hoping to get some of the old enjoyment back. I played Persona 5, a sequel to a game I loved and plunged hours into, but I just bounced off it. Its extended tutorial was just too long and dry for me. I tried Uncharted 4, a game many people raved about, but it just seemed like a following-an-NPC-down-a-corridor-whilst-they-explain-the-plot sim. I spent quite a few joyless hours in Final Fantasy XV, trying to make sense of the story, wondering if my nostalgia had hidden the sins of the PS1 versions. I went back to browsing the storefront, reluctant to actually load up a game.
Then, a few months ago, my friend brought around his Nintendo Switch. We played a few games of Mario Kart 8. The next day my dusty PS4 was traded in and my (neon) Switch was bought. I haven’t looked back. It fits into my life absolutely brilliantly. I’ve enjoyed my time with Odyssey in particular, its moon challenges coming in wonderful bite-sized chunks. I’ve played tons of Rocket League in bed. I’ve easily carried the console around to friends and relatives houses for games of the Jackbox party games.