Both of my siblings and I were still living with my mom and dad when they decided to move to CA, however my siblings and I weren’t unquestionably happy about the decision, especially since both of us had to move, then the people I was with and I packed up the entire lake house into a long U-Haul truck and my parents moved us all the way to San Francisco, CA.
My siblings and I were used to farm country and San Francisco was quite different from Idaho.
My parents worked during 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. The people I was with and I were hanging out with our friends and using weed every chance both of us 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 myself and others leave. I thought she was being unsatisfactory and I continue to use cannabis in the house. My mom and dad staged an intervention and they told myself and others 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 CA, and the only good section about living here is legal weed. I was left with little openings at that point. Both of my siblings still live with my parents in the bay area, although I moved in with some friends. The people I was with and I live in an area that is less fancy. I still see my mom and dad at holidays., however they still give myself and others a hard time about marijuana.