There are places we build not to stay forever, but to survive a particular version of ourselves.

lostboy.blog was one of those places.

This site was born out of confusion, restlessness, and the feeling of being perpetually in between—between becoming and unbecoming, between wanting to be found and wanting to disappear. It held my late-night thoughts, my unfinished healings, my attempts to make sense of loss, love, and loneliness. For a long time, it did exactly what it needed to do: it gave the lost boy somewhere to exist.

But time has a way of changing us, even when we resist it.

I’m no longer the person who needed this space in the same way. The questions I once asked here have shifted. Some have been answered, others have simply softened, the rest are best remained unaswered. The voice that wrote these words still exists—but it has grown quieter, steadier, and more certain of where it’s headed.

Retiring lostboy.blog is not an act of erasure. It’s an act of acknowledgment.

This site served its purpose. It witnessed my becoming. And like all chapters that end honestly, it deserves to be closed with gratitude rather than regret.

To those who read, lingered, related, or found comfort here: thank you. You were never just visitors. You were proof that being lost was never a solitary experience.

This isn’t goodbye to writing, or to reflection, or to the stories that still want to be told. It’s simply the end of a name, a place, a season.

And it’s time to walk forward—without the need to keep looking back.

—K