LONELY, BUT STILL BECOMING
Me and Tobi
I bought a plant because the corner of my room felt too empty.
Nothing fancy, just a small, stubborn-looking one from the discount shelf at the supermarket.
I named it Tobi. No idea why. It just felt right.
At first, I forgot to water it. I’d walk past, notice a few drooping leaves, and mutter, “Sorry, life is hard.” But something about seeing it there,still trying, still green, made me feel a little less alone.
I started talking to it. Not full-on conversations, just little updates. “Today was rough.” “I miss pepper soup.” “Why is it always raining here?” Tobi didn’t answer, of course. But he also didn’t judge.
Caring for something, even a plant, reminded me I could still nurture something , even when I was struggling to care for myself.
It sounds silly, but on days when the homesickness hit the hardest, looking at that little plant made me feel like maybe I could grow too.
Even here.
Even far from home.
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