Where do I go from here?

I was a young girl with my own room on the second floor , in our house where I grew up. I had a window, with a wide windowsill, and I filled it with green plants. There were Spider plants hanging in macrame plant hangers. There were Monsteras growing large in terracotta pots. There were babies of Pothos, and Coffea Arabica with it’s shiny leaves. Every February/March when samplings were being sold at the garden centers nearby, I was there browsing & choosing interesting green plants to add to my collection. Starting them small, then growing them bigger, repotting them in larger pots. At one point my pride was a plant similar to the Corpse plant, blooming at night and stinky like no other! Not sure now exactly what kind it was. It was enough to have it bloom once. We had to put it outside! I had Hoya bellas too, blooming with its thick tiny white flowers in a cluster exploding of sweet fragrance. Still love them, and have my collection here.

My farmor- my fathers mother had a plant that I loved. It grew in her kitchen window first in her house, and later on moved to her apartment, and it was massive. A Cleodendron Thomsoniae, called Ödesträd in Swedish. I noticed plants and flowers where ever I went. My mormor, my mothers mom had windowsills filled with Saint Paulias ( African violets) and Begonias. I bought books about plants, and how to care for them. I was a passionate young collector! When I was in 6th or 7th grade, the moment came when I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I heard something on the radio.