Thank you God. But when I agreed to this trip I had no idea about the 90 degree turn my life would have taken.
I have to admit I fucking love this being here in DC I am invisible and born new. Nobody knows who the fuck I am and I love just being me. Not worried about who will see me or try to pull me into the next drama trauma that is my family.
We got a great 2/2 that is spilt floor plan and two balconies. One of which was the selling point a private terrace that I have filled with plants and vegetables. My sis in law Angela took me to a plant place in PA. The prices of plants in DC are fucking ridiculous. 30 something dollars for a dried out aloe plant that was less than 6 in pot. Total fucking cray cray.
I feel better with my plants on the terrace. I am surprised how much happiness they bring me. I am also growing weed. It’s fucking legal here and I will be doing a grow journal for a Auto this summer.
I am growing regular seeds Three have survived so far from the original five.
I have only one auto that has survived. The planter did not have drainage that I set up for five seeds so they all drowned.
Trial and error. I guess that’s why I like them so much. Because I can appreciate the journey and survival a seed had to go through to show off their leaves and fruits.
