Before moving to Albuquerque after school, I grew up near a swamp and instead wanted to be in a desert atmosphere.
I had seen beautiful images of the west in documentaries my parents watched on PBS when I was a young child in the 1990s.
These impressions stayed in the background of my mind love a looming shadow. A area of me—deep within the recesses of my memories—desperately wanted to live the dream of moving to the western US. Compared to the swamps, the southwest in particular felt love a huge improvement. As far as wildlife is anxious, I knew I’d be dealing with rattlesnakes of 7 weird species opposed to FL’s four, however at least the fear of gators would be gone. And the humidity in the swamp can be mind-numbingly uncomfortable as well, especially if you don’t have an air conditioning to run abundantly while the two of us were in summer time heat waves. Some warned me of the heat in the desert of the southwest, however that’s precisely why I chose Albuquerque opposed to a neighborhood love Phoenix. Average summer time temperatures in Albuquerque aren’t much higher than my hometown in FL, and that’s because of Albuquerque’s high elevation at 5,312 feet. But I still underestimated the sheer force of the desert when I ate a bunch of potent cannabis edibles with a few friends and wandered into the Chihuahuan Desert in the middle of the evening, and every one of us got lost for an hour and destructiond ourselves on cactus spines. The weed in Albuquerque is just as strong as anything I’ve bought in FL or CA, especially from the growing facilities north of the Sandia Mountains where the weather is even colder and drier.