Dear Journal,
In the two months that had passed since the law came into effect, Pewter City became cluttered. There's no more space at the Museum and people had to make camp at what used to be a good flower garden.
Salvation came, though, in the form of a man named Billy who traded Bellsprouts and Oddishes for large sums of money. I paid for both, had a well-paying job at the Museum to afford it. The thing is training them. Thankfully, the hostel had a small Pokémon arena that would help people train their Pokémon and evolve them. This, coupled with the man selling Rare Candy for an arm and a leg, will be enough for people to get their badges and move on.
I feel hopeful again.
See you around,
Kenji