I am notoriously bad with plants. Gradually I gave up on them. I was sure I just wasn’t cut out to keep plants if I couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. And here I am now, the owner of six more or less thriving air plants.
All in Life
I am notoriously bad with plants. Gradually I gave up on them. I was sure I just wasn’t cut out to keep plants if I couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. And here I am now, the owner of six more or less thriving air plants.
Have you ever heard the term bullet journal? Up until the spring of this year I hadn’t. And here I am in my eighth month of bullet journaling, delighted with the whole thing.
Should have realised that buying campy Christmas ornaments is a gateway drug, but I didn’t, and the whole thing just snowballed.
”Not nervous even in the slightest”, said no one during their first day. I hyperventilated whilst wandering completely lost. Told myself I am a grown, Independent Woman. Do not need to call out for the most Miraculous Saviour of them all (my mum) to survive the grand expectation constructed upon us all - to find the right hall.
I’ve spent the last five months in Scotland as part of an exchange student program, and it could have well been that my experience of Scotland would’ve been limited to the majestic city of Glasgow…