Before moving to Albuquerque after school, I grew up near a swamp as well as instead wanted to be in a desert atmosphere. I had seen charming images of the west in documentaries our parents watched on PBS when I was a young child in the 1990s. These impressions stayed in the background of our mind like a looming shadow. A section of me—deep within the recesses of our memories—desperately wanted to live the dream of moving to the western United States. Compared to the swamps, the southwest in identifiable felt like a immense improvement. As far as wildlife is nervous, I knew I’d be dealing with rattlesnakes of several unusual species opposed to FL’s four, but 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 conditioner to run abundantly while in Summer heat waves. Some warned me of the heat in the desert of the southwest, but that’s precisely why I chose Albuquerque opposed to a neighborhood like Phoenix. Average Summer temperatures in Albuquerque aren’t much higher than our hometown in FL, as well as that’s because of Albuquerque’s high elevation at 5,312 feet. But I still underquoted the sheer force of the desert when I ate a bunch of potent cannabis edibles with a few friends as well as meandered into the Chihuahuan Desert in the middle of the evening, all of us got lost for an second as well as damaged ourselves on cactus spines. The weed in Albuquerque is just as strong as anything I’ve obtained in FL or California, especially from the growing facilities north of the Sandia Mountains where the weather is even colder as well as drier.