This plant caused me head aches. It was always standing in the way. Its leafs would bend down, and I did never understand if it was from too much or not enough water. I cared, I tried, I might have tried too hard, I don’t know, but it needed something and I couldn’t figure out what.
When I wanted a Christmas tree it had to move. Because it took the best spot in my living room. Maybe I’ve made it feel second place. I don’t know. It punished me by bending it leafs even more.
When I had to move all my stuff into a storage unit for traveling reasons, of course this plant was the one thing I couldn’t store. So I was left with it, the plant, the thing that gave me head aches for years. (*Insert overly dramatic tunes.*)
An empty house, that I had loved dearly, and only one plant left. A terrible love, I had cared for it so much, but now we had to part. I texted friends. “Could you take care of my plant for eh… well, 9 months?”
I delivered to them the plant, leaving it in their hands, for them to care, and went away, of course thinking of many things back home, but not the plant.
Life happened, irony called, and due to an accident I didn’t travel for 9 months but only two, and the friends who were most open to receive us, two lost travelers with a medical challenge and no stuff of their own, were the keepers of the plant.
Basically this plant was first to welcome me ‘home’ after a broken dream. I lived with it for 2 months and only after we found a home I decided I still had no place for it, so my friends still have my plant.
It will always be in my life, it seems. A plant I can’t live with – or without.