Moving is always a drag, and if you say otherwise it means you are rich enough to pay someone to move you.
I am not rich, so moving meant packing up all my stuff into boxes, loading them on a truck, then unloading them somewhere else to unpack. It takes days, and it is exhausting both mentally and physically, I end up feeling drained by it. The one thing about the movie that had me super psyched was the greenhouse in the backyard. It was about ten by ten, seven feet high, glass everywhere, simply the perfect spot to start growing cannabis. There was even a spot in the wall, neart the ground, for a climate control system, but I wasn’t planning on using that for my marijuana plants, at least not at first. In the past I have only used a closet or an attic as a marijuana grow room, with very limited results. With the greenhouse, the marijuana plants could get all the direct sunlight they could handle, but still remain safely hidden away from prying eyes. I would also grow some flowers or veggies, to keep up appearances, but I was eager to plant as many marijuana seeds as I could get my hands on. I don’t expect my first harvest to yield any smokable cannabis, but by the second or third generation I should have some amazing weed on my hands. The only way to learn marijuana cultivation is to just do it and see what works, and wit this greenhouse I plan on doing just that.