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The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent (and How It Saved Me From My Social Life)

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From Social Butterfly to Aspiring Plant Lady

Remember when I used to be that friend who was always down for a night out? Yeah, me neither. Okay, I’m exaggerating (slightly). But seriously, there was a time when my calendar overflowed with social engagements. Coffee dates, after-work drinks, weekend brunches – you name it, I was there, probably with a spritz in hand and a string of witty anecdotes ready to go.

plant turned into two, two became five, and before I knew it, my apartment resembled a cross between a bohemian jungle and a greenhouse. My friends, bless their souls, were initially amused. They even gifted me with miniature watering cans and gardening gloves, completely oblivious to the monster they were feeding. Little did they know, their friend was about to be sucked into the wonderful, weird, and surprisingly fulfilling world of plant parenthood.

Creating a Sanctuary: My Indoor Jungle

My apartment, once a haven for impromptu gatherings and questionable karaoke sessions, transformed into a tranquil oasis of leafy companions. I discovered the calming ritual of misting my ferns each morning, the quiet satisfaction of repotting a thriving spider plant, and the sheer joy of witnessing new growth. Who knew watching a leaf unfurl could be so thrilling?

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