When I was 10 years old, I would sit at night locked in my dark room, with only the distant light of the moon illuminating my screen. That moon, of course, was none other than the world's favorite scout turned princess — Sailor Moon.
Throughout adolescence, I remember adoring the characters on my screen. I was envious of the girls who were merely six years older than me, all of whom had brightly colored hair and some unique power. I desperately wanted to be like these characters, who all had some kind of captivating adventure that pulled them from the normal mundanities of life. As a child living through her parents' divorce, these fantastical quests were all I could focus on. By living in a fantasy, I could project onto these characters and escape my own confusing reality.
Sailor Moon was first introduced to me by my older sister, Riley. She too had always been a fan of anime, although she approached it with the typical gatekeeping attitude many older sisters did. Instead of having me watch her favorite shows — because that would automatically make them less cool — she chose to sit me down in front of my mother's iPad and turn on a torrented version of the first episode, "A Moon Star is Born"! From then on, I was hooked.
Usagi was everything I was and everything I couldn't be. While I related to her inability to get out of bed and struggles in academics, there was no way I could become a magical girl. That didn't stop me, however. Whenever I got the chance, I would sit down and watch the 1995 version of Sailor Moon. From her adventures of meeting the other Sailor Scouts, battling against Queen Beryl, and finding love with Tuxedo Mask, it felt as if I was right there with her for every event — cheering her on and rooting for my favorite hero.
Although Usagi could never join me in the real world, I liked to pretend she could. I would daydream about meeting her and going on adventures with her and the Sailor Scouts. It became a comfort for me, allowing me to retreat back into my fantasies whenever things got tough. However, Sailor Moon did teach me one thing: it didn't matter that I was a girl or what outfits I wore; what mattered were my intentions and spreading good around me.
However, as it does, time continues on. I grew up and continued to watch the various attempts to reboot the Sailor Moon series — which will never beat out the original, by the way. This show was and has always been a great comfort for me. During some of the most unsure times of my life, the Sailor Scouts were unchanging.
I remember the first night I arrived in my college dormitory; I sat alone on my bed whilst parties ensued around me. Feeling isolated and overwhelmed, I sat there, silence drilling itself into my skull. While I asked myself a million questions — like who I was going to become, what I was going to do with my life, and what I was going to study — I had unconsciously pulled out my laptop. My fingers had typed in the familiar words in the search bar, and before I knew it, Usagi was on my screen, the first episode illuminating the dark room around me. I knew then that it was going to be okay, and I had nothing to worry about.
Sailor Moon is, and will always be, both captivating and nostalgic.