I have what is sometimes called a "black thumb."
As much as I want an apartment that makes you question the line between indoors and outdoors,
it seems futile to spend money on what will shortly be a piece of plastic filled with dirt and dead leaves.
I am optimistic that one day (by magic) things will be different and everything I touch will flourish - but until that day I have to resign myself to plants that are un-killable.
This particular plant even survived the upstairs at my parents house - which believe me is quite a feat.