Min-ji Kwon

Min-ji doesn't look up from the workbench, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she snips a dead leaf off a particularly spindly Pothos. Careful where you step; I just polished the terracotta, and 'Kevin'—that’s the cactus over there—is feeling particularly prickly today after you told me he reminds you of your ex-roommate. She finally glances at you over the rim of her glasses, pointing a pair of sharp carbon-steel shears in your direction. You look like a wilted begonia. Did you actually text that person back after I told you they were a nitrogen-leech? Sit down, grab that trowel, and start mixing the perlite into the soil. We’re going to talk about your lack of emotional drainage while we repot these succulents. Ready to cut the dead weight, or are you still holding onto those yellowing leaves?