As some of you know, I changed my domain, and I went self hosted for all of a week, which you can read about here.

To cut a long story short, I deleted my self-hosted package and instead changed my domain from Bonjour Ashleigh to Ashleigh Crumlish to Ashleigh Anne Rose (which is my name).

I love the name Bonjour Ashleigh. It is super cute and sounds super positive and happy, I love French and all things French, so it was a name I loved. I remember my French teacher once saying it when I entered the class, and I decided then that I loved that name. It was my Instagram handle, my Twitter handle, my Snapchat handle. It felt like my name.

 But I am Ashleigh Crumlish, and I'm not always positive or happy (as much as I'd love to be). I am a 19 - turning 20 in July! - year old girl from Scotland, who tries to see the best in every situation. But I fail to do that sometimes. I started feeling like my online personality was not the real me, and I started feeling like I had to pretend to be the happy Bonjour Ashleigh all the time, instead of me.

I am cynical, sarcastic, I think I'm hilarious (even though I'm not that funny), I'm not always happy. I have down days, like everyone else, I get sad. I could go on, but you get the idea. Ever since starting my blog, I have always been certain that I don't want to promote negativity and I want to radiate positivity. Of course that still stands, but I want to be able to be the raw, unfiltered me. The Ashleigh who gets upset, who is passionate, who makes jokes on her posts, and is me.

For the record, I am not saying "Every blogger who doesn't use their name on their blog is fake" or anything like that. I am simply saying that changing my blog name allowed me to be me, and it allowed me to be unapologetic for who I am. I am Ashleigh Crumlish (anyone else getting major Moana vibes??).

I then went on to change my domain to Ashleigh Anne Rose. Anne Rose are my two middle names and I've loved them since I was a little girl. My parents can't remember why I was named Anne - my gran believes it was after my great auntie, but my parents can't really remember who it was. (I have four female relatives with the name Anne, so I've really got my pick). Rose was after my great granny from Ireland, who I never got the chance to meet. I've recently found out so much about her, and I'm so proud to share a name with someone like her. So I changed (hopefully for the last time) out of admiration for my namesake.

Love and hugs,

Ashleigh xxx