She's 26. She moved for a job a year and a half ago. The pay is fine, the apartment is small, and the loneliness is the kind nobody warns you about — not dramatic, just a quiet hum.
Her college friends are scattered. Making new friends at this age turns out to be weirdly hard — everyone's busy, everything's a logistics negotiation, and the apps for it feel like job interviews.
So one Sunday she bought a plant. A pothos, $12, because the apartment felt empty and she wanted something alive in it. Then another. Watering on Sundays, turning it toward the light, noticing the new leaf — it became the one corner of her life where effort visibly turns into growth.
And then a leaf goes yellow. And she doesn't know why. And there's no one to ask.
That's the moment PlantGirlies exists for.
