Both of my brothers and I were still living with my mom and dad when they decided to move to California.
My brothers and I weren’t very happy about the decision, especially since we had to move.
We packed up the entire house into a long U-Haul truck and my parents moved us all the way to San Francisco, California. My brothers and I were used to farm country and San Francisco was quite different from Idaho. My parents worked during the day and my brothers and I got into trouble whenever they weren’t at home. My parents didn’t know that my brothers and I were smoking marijuana. We were hanging out with our friends and using weed every chance we got. When I turned twenty-one, I started going to the dispensary more frequently. My mom did not want any cannabis in the house, and she threatened to make me leave. I thought she was being unreasonable and I continue to use cannabis in the house. My mom and dad staged an intervention and they told me that it didn’t matter if marijuana was legal in San Francisco or not. If I was going to continue to live in the house, I needed to follow the rules. I never wanted to move to California, and the only good part about living here is legal weed. I was left with little options at that point. Both of my brothers still live with my parents in the bay area, but I moved in with some friends. We live in an area that is less expensive. I still see my mom and dad at holidays., but they still give me a hard time about marijuana.