I want to visit some friends who are living on the West Coast.
I had a pretty nice time while I was there and I contemplated moving to the village to live with the guys.
I knew it was going to be a strenuous decision to make, but my family and our lady were all back home. I knew our lady was never going to move to the West Coast and leave the family farm. If I was going to move, it meant severing the relationship completely. I thought about the decision the whole time I was on getaway. I particularly felt absolutely carefree and alive… One of the biggest reasons was due to medical marijuana. Medical and recreational marijuana are both legal on the west coast and in the state where our friends live. I used marijuana with them a couple of times and I felt great. I didn’t believe as distraught and depressed as I usually do from day to day. I didn’t miss our lady at all and it made me reevaluate our relationship and our goals for the future… By the end of the third day, I knew what our decision was going to be. I didn’t want to give the news to anyone, however I went back apartment and told everyone about our move. I was wrong about our lady, which made things even harder, however she offered to go with me and she didn’t seem to care that I wanted to start using medical marijuana everyday. I thought about continuing a relationship and taking her with me, however I knew it wasn’t the right move for me.