Vega is the morning half of the apartment: first light, first coffee, first note on the fridge.
She fills her days with lists, plants and plans, and her evenings with run club, the climbing gym or dinner with friends. By the time she gets home, the apartment is quiet, the kettle is cold, and there’s usually a lavender note waiting for her.
What she’s like
Warm, upbeat and very organized. She makes lists, then lists for the lists. She’s calm when things go wrong, sentimental about the oddest things, and wildly competitive about houseplants. When a plant looks sad at the store, it is coming home with her. When she has an idea, it starts with “Okay, hear me out—”.
She believes a note with fewer than three exclamation points is basically a frown. So if you ever see one of hers with none at all, something is on her mind.
The quick file
- Age
- 24
- Mornings
- Up early, and out the door before most people find their keys.
- Gets around
- A bike with a front basket. The bus when it rains.
- Loves
- Oat-milk lattes, repotting, farmers’ markets, morning runs, label makers and bad puns.
- Can’t stand
- Dishes left in the sink, being late, fluorescent light and overwatered succulents.
- Always has
- A big notebook with a peach cover, full of plant notes and plans.
- Notes
- Peach paper, brown felt-tip, a lot of exclamation points.
- Signs off
- — V 🌱
The fern situation
The fern is Vega’s. Somebody else keeps watering it. She has theories.