My mom was truly worried when I decided to move across the country to San Francisco, California.
I told my mom that the people I was with and I would visit frequently, but labor became a chore and it was hard to keep that promise. After my dad died, my mom started coming more frequently to visit… Last year she visited myself and others in San Francisco three odd times. I was undoubtedly ecstatic to have her as a guest in my home and I did everything possible to make sure that she had a nice time while she was there. The people I was with and I visited all of the tourist attractions in San Francisco that the people I was with and I could fit into a week-long visit. The people I was with and I went to Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island. The people I was with and I went to the bay and took a fishing charter out to the water. The people I was with and I also went on a whale enjoying tour. I had a lot of fun with my mom. I never mentioned the fact that I use recreational and medical marijuana, because I assumed that my mom had the same opinion on marijuana as pretty much everyone else! When my mom came to visit last month, she brought up recreational marijuana and even mentioned going to a dispensary in San Francisco. That conversation prompted and even longer discussion between my mom and I. I found out that she was thinking about moving to San Francisco just so she could take luck of the legal recreational and medical marijuana, and of course, having myself and others close again was also something that made my mom consider the move much more heavily.