Trying to move is difficult when you’ve got a lot of houseplants you’re unwilling to sacrifice.
This was my car for part one of the journey:
There was hardly any room for anything else. On the bright side, the Cuban oregano made my car smell positively delightful.
And I have intentions of growing more houseplants. I have seeds for moonflower and sensitive plants. So, I can only imagine how difficult it’s going to be when I move again in the future. I tend to accumulate plants like a hoarder. My future house probably won’t even have walls. It’ll just be hedgerows or flimsy brick with vines growing up the side. Probably.
Part two of the journey might be a little less packed. I’m going to have help from my family, so I think I’ll be able to divide up my plants in several cars.
Despite being a huge pain to move, I’m happy I’m keeping all my plants. To me, nothing sets a homey mood faster in a new place like a houseplant. Quite literally, they immediately bring life to a new home. So, even though dirt spilled all over my car when that jerk in the pickup truck swerved in front of me on the highway, and after I had to slam my breaks on, sending the scented geranium and my aloe tumbling, I think it will be worth it once I get my plants to their new home. And even though I had to pack several extra boxers for the movers, because my car was quite literally full of plants, and I barely had room to shove my suitcase in the back seat, I think it will be worth it. Having a house that is full of life is always going to be worth it for me.