Both of my siblings and I were still living with my Dad and dad when they decided to transport to Californiaâ€¦ My siblings and I weren’t particularly glad about the decision, especially since all of us had to move, then we packed up the entire cabin into a long U-Haul truck and my parents moved us all the way to San Francisco, California.
My siblings and I were used to farm country and San Francisco was quite odd from ID.
My parents worked while in the day and my siblings and I got into trouble whenever they weren’t at home. My parents didn’t suppose that my siblings and I were smoking marijuana. We were hanging out with our friends and using weed every chance all of us got. When I turned twenty-one, I started going to the dispensary more frequently. My Dad did not want any cannabis in the house, and she threatened to make me leave, but i thought she was being unsatisfactory and I continue to use cannabis in the house. My Dad 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 transport to California, and the only good part about living here is legal weed. I was left with little possibilities at that point; Both of my siblings still live with my parents in the bay area, but I moved in with some friends. We live in an area that is less fancy. I still see my Dad and dad at holidays., however they still supply me a difficult time about marijuana.