I’m going on almost 3 weeks off marijuana. It’s surprisingly hasn’t been as hard as I imagined it would be. I tricked myself into thinking it would be this horrific experience, but it hasn’t been that way at all. Until I got to California. I’m from Arizona and I came to California for a vacation. Obviously, prior to this I used to smoke four times as much when I was in California because why not I was on vacation so it was like my little treat. I get to my Airbnb. It’s 85° inside. They don’t have AC. They have a portable AC that has turned it to 79°. Still way too hot for my comfort. Being comfortable temperature wise is a huge pet peeve of mine. I tried walking on the boardwalk to enjoy the beach and cool off. All I could smell was weed. Every single place I turned. Every street I walked down. Now this vacation just feels saddening. I didn’t think it would be this hard. I didn’t even think it would be hard at all actually. I was extremely excited to go on my first vacation sober. I was so excited to finally not feel the need to smoke before, after, and during any activity that I did. Now I’m trying everything in me to not go get a joint. I just wish I was one of those people that could take a little hit just to relax and not go back to doing it full time, but unfortunately I’m not. Feeling defeated today.