It's one of the big facts of life: everything changes. The weather, the people around us, our own interests, everything. Without change, life would be boring. There wouldn't be any more new and exciting discoveries, relationships or opportunities.
Still I used to hate change. After all, you know exactly what you have right now, but you don't know what you'll get when and if change comes.
Change used to scare me. Change used to keep me awake at night. But even that is something that changed over time. When my entire life started changing after I'd graduated high school, I began to see the good things change had to offer: new friends, the chance to learn something new, internships abroad.
Change isn't so bad at all, I decided not too long ago. Unless it's being forced on you - and that's exactly what happened to me.
For almost three years I wrote a little blog with a slightly sad name. That blog is no longer around. The URL changed, the design changed and I even chose a new name, something I promised myself I'd never do. I did it anyway, not because I wanted to, but because I had to.

It was back in 2012 that I started blogging. I had no idea what I was doing, to be honest, so I wrote about whatever came to mind. As I was struggling with friendships, family and high school at the time, these were also the themes I used to write most about. And yes, occassionally I'd mention the crush I had at the time. I still suffer from that one mistake.
The girl who made that mistake is long gone. Since I went to Peru I've grown and found the things in life that make me happy - writing a blog among others. But the guy I used to like is still around, jeopardizing my internship. As a soon-to-be high school teacher I have to be careful with Facebook, Twitter and yes, blogs. I thought I was safe, since Envy Fisher is a pen name. I was wrong.
This not-so-nice guy decided to tell his younger brother (whom I might have to teach German at my internship school) about the badly-written blog posts of my early blogging career. Word spreads quickly at any high school and I couldn't risk anyone finding out. And so the day came that I was forced to change everything.

I'd like to tell you how much fun it was to make all these changes - but it wasn't. It almost fell like being forced to amputate your own arm because your fingers itched. That's how much I loved my first blog. I wasn't ready for a new name: coming up with this one took me a few hours and a big Whatsapp brainstorm session with a friend. When I finally came up with Lost in Translation, there was still the problem of finding a URL. I stuck with the theme of translation and translated my new blog's name to Dutch, my first language, for a completely original URL.
At first I wanted to do the design all by myself, but I got stuck underneath an avalanche of homework. Luckily Hello November Designs was around. A short week after I had to say goodbye to my old blog, the new one is here and ready to be awesome.

I can't help but think of Groot when I type this post. It's like the old blog was Groot as everyone knows him. The knew one is tiny Groot, still awesome, but it'll take time to grow and be as strong and cool as it once was. Hope you'll be around to help me get back to where I was.


Stay Awesome!