To die will be an awfully big adventure
While lost-boy.org is my very first domain, I've been in web design and coding since 2003-2004. In the past, my sites were under a subdomain, which was hosted by myriad people over the years. My first subdomain (andy.oniyuri.net) was hosted by my friend Lily of Oniyuri.net. Since then, I have been hosted by Hiro of Social-Riot.net (andy.social-riot.net) and Kya of Bubble.nu (andy.ensnare.org, andy.rain.nu). For the last three years, I have been hosted by the wonderful Misaki of Three-Words.net (a.lumiere-noire.org, a.sky-song.org), who continues to host me today. I am forever grateful to my wonderful hosts; without them, I'm pretty sure I would've disappeared from the Internet entirely.
just a lot of tl;dr
At last, on March 14, 2016—a.k.a. Pi Day or White Day!—I decided to register the domain name at Namecheap. I've dreamed of having my own domain for the longest time, so having it be here—to be an actual thing—is still incredibly surreal to me. I feared that the domain name would be taken long ago, so I'm thankful that it was still available for me to pick up. ❤
NameWhen I first read J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan as a child, I was enchanted. The vast world, the boundless adventures it held, the lasting friendships—it was everything I wanted my own life to be. Even now I indulge in the many spin-offs and reincarnations of the popular story, and I am always excited whenever a new one pops up.
While my attachment to Peter Pan and Neverland remained, as I grew up, I found myself becoming more drawn to the Lost Boys, the group of children who follow Peter Pan around enthusiastically during the story, yet, in the end, choose to return to London and grow up. The original novel doesn't delve deeply into the circumstances of their decision; frankly, it paints a rather depressing picture of their fate. But I think a lot about them, their choice. Why they chose to do what they did, how deeply they might have regretted it if they were still able to remember. I'd like to think that it was far more complex than just leaving and forgetting; I'd like to think that the magic still lingered in them, even if they soon forgot the name of it.
I'd like to believe that because I'm finding that to be the case for myself personally. As I continue to age, I find myself still waiting for that moment when I become an adult. During my earlier years in college, it used to frustrate me—all that waiting: to be wise, for my life to come together seamlessly. But it's become clearer to me that the child never really goes away and grows up. There will always be something that I will never have the answers to, something that will both confuse me and bewonder me—something that will make me feel less wise than I should probably be by now. Maybe it's because I'm not "old enough yet," but I can't see myself ever feeling any different once I'm 50 or 60 or 100. And somehow that's all right. When I think of who a "lost boy" is, I think of someone who is in that obscure realm between childhood and adulthood. Maybe they're not always there—maybe they have something figured out, maybe they just don't care. In any case, it's a place I find myself coming back to a lot, and while it used to make me feel anxious, today I find that I am incredibly humbled by the fact.
Aside from the obvious source, the name was also later inspired by one of my favorite fanfiction stories, "Something, Anything, Everything" by seongnan_gom, which has unfortunately been deleted and lost to the void since I first read it in 2012. It told the story of a college student who feels detached from and unsatisfied with his life, yet is unable to explain why. Later, he becomes entangled in the complicated relationship between his friends but, after overcoming some difficulties, eventually finds love. In the end, while he finds that nothing around him has changed—the street he lives on is still a dump, his future still uncertain—he nevertheless feels differently about his life and is able to approach it more positively. While I fail to recall the final words of the piece verbatim, they left a deep impact on me. The last line went something like: "They weren't doomed. They weren't foolish. They were just a little lost." As someone who had just finished a spectacularly unsatisfying first year at college, those words were—and still are—a great comfort to me.
Finally, one of the first video games I ever played was The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Before that, my older sister and I would watch as my dad played it, and I consider it to be The Game that got me into gaming. When I first came across it as a child, the Kokiri and the Lost Woods reminded me a lot of Peter Pan. Furthermore, I found the game's protagonist, and one of my favorite video game characters, Link, to be reminiscent of a lost boy. While the rest of the Kokiri never grow up, Link eventually does—and finds that he must in order to defeat Ganondorf and restore peace to the land. One of my favorite scenes from the game is when Link returns to the Lost Woods as an adult. I love how the elements and atmosphere of the Forest Temple are similar to that of a fairytale, but with a more sinister touch; it's the perfect blend of childhood and adulthood. Such good dungeon design and storytelling—ugh, I could go on and on.
Thus, before finally settling on lost-boy.org, I also considered naming my domain kokiri.nu. However, while I do like The Legend of Zelda series, I felt that the name was too fandom-specific, and I didn't know how I would feel about it years later from now (alsooo... .nu domains are pricey!). Similarly, I thought about naming it lost-girl.org (since, well, I'm a girl), but it felt a bit too vague and I wanted the association to Peter Pan to be clearer. And so here we are! I love the name a ton, and I'm so glad it wasn't taken. Seriously. Nearly ten years of pining over a domain name is a long time. There were a lot of extension options other than .org, but I went with it because I like the way it sounds.
Network titles are still cool, right? Right. Rust and Stardust, comes from this little text I happened across on Tumblr. The words complement one another well, and I thought it was a fitting phrase to describe the road to adulthood, beginning with the wonders and awe of childhood ("stardust") and ending with the maturity and experience that comes with age ("rust").
TL;DR I think too much.