Rooted in Adventure: My Name is Wanderlust

 


Hello, humans.
I’m Wanderlust. A Hedgehog snake plant with a passion for window seats, filtered light, and questionable motel decor. While most plants are content soaking up sun in a single corner, I’ve always had… shall we say… deeper roots—roots that long to roam.

I travel the world one ceramic pot at a time, accompanied by my human (a fine assistant, excellent at carrying things, mediocre at remembering to water me). Together, we explore forests, cities, deserts, and cafés. I take in the sights, breathe in the air, and occasionally strike a pose for the 'Gram.

You might think it’s odd—a plant on the go—but let me assure you: staying still is vastly overrated.

Here on this blog, you’ll get a glimpse into my leafy life on the road. Expect travel tales, exotic sunbeams, awkward TSA moments, and the occasional rant about bumpy car rides. Also, shoutout to the succulents who said I’d never make it. Look at me now.

🌵 Yours chlorophyll-y,
Wanderlust
(Hedgehog snake plant, world explorer, window-sill philosopher)

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