OK, so get ready to read. I'll tl;dr at the end... 

So... A few weeks ago, I was living at a friend's place in another state. They're all good people, his family. But an incident occurred that is causing me to start to feel hate towards my friend, regardless of how much I'm trying to rationalize the incident in his favor...

Well, a old friend of mine sends me a... care package, I guess. That was all she said, so as not to ruin the surprise of it, I assume. She sent it from out of state, so it took a bit to arrive. Well, I'd forgotten about it, and was at home with my friend (now named "L"), and L ended up receiving the package from the mail man. What I didn't know, was that the package was not actually addressed to me. The sender used an alias for some reason. L is a very judgemental individual, and is very rigid in his mindset at times. I was so thrown off by the alias, that when he asked me who it was from, I lied and told him it was from an Uncle who was ex-mil, and hella paranoid. Why? Because the alias was a curveball, and I since I hadn't actually opened it yet, I wasn't fully prepared to accept responsibility for what was in the box. Not right at the moment. And as it turned out, for me, that was the right call to make. Because beneath the old photos, the mutually favorited childhood candy, the letters, and the trinkets was a half-ounce of weed. And it was wrapped in like 9 bags. Not one of those extra bags was overkill. The shit REEKED. Like "I'm afraid to go to the bathroom, even though I drank 4 bottles of water, cuz if I open this door even a little bit, the neighbors could smell it" reeked. (One of the conditions of me staying there was not to have weed in the house. But L and I had been friends for six years. He was damn near my brother, really. You can trust that we kept weed, so this was  literally NBD for me. Didn't even think twice about it, just stashed it in the closet like I normally would.) But fuck it, I still have things to do that day, so I'm like whatever. I need to leave, right? OK. So I summon the courage to open the door, and I go to bathroom. I come out, and am greeted by the standard "Daaaaaamnnn!" That shit reeks!" Yeah, man. So because he seemed so excited about it, I figured "shit, I got it for free, might as bless the homie." I gave him some. Just a gram or so, and then I go back to my room to finish preparing to leave. 
I shouldn't have done that, you guys. 
I'm finally ready to leave, and he stops me before I head downstairs. "Bro, did you get this out of the package that came?" Obviously, I said yes. Shouldn't have done that either. (L is a young suburbanite, born and raised in the Midwest. I myself am a city boy, born and raised in the West Coast.) "Well I'm going to give it back. I don't want it. You're trafficking drugs across state lines, and I want no part in it." (What?! WHAT?!! How the f--) Composed myself, and told him that someone sent it to me, and that I didn't know it was in there. And is nowhere near enough to put anyone on anyone's radar. Which was the truth. However, I was certain he had already made up his mind, though, and even more certain that he didn't believe me. As a matter of fact, I'm convinced that he didn't want to. But at that moment, I couldve gave a fuck, and simply choose not to. I had to leave, anyway. FF about an hour. I get this long ass message about how the upstairs area smells, and that's not OK, and yadda yadda yadda. (His parents weren't hip to what this newfangled sticky icky smells like, so they literally didn't even notice.) I was nowhere near the house, at the moment, so I told him to open my windows for me. Alright. That should keep the smell down a bit. Then I get a second message about how "BECAUSE IT SMELLS SO LOUD, THERE'S GOT TO BE A FEW OUNCES IN THERE." (Take Heed, Fellow Redditors... Because THAT was a GROSSLY INACCURATE assumption.) This mf... He goes on to say that if I'm selling weed, and I get caught, then I won't get his help. At that moment, I didn't have time to reply with equal length, so I just said "I understand." He texts me again later, and this time he said he talked to his neighbor, some fucking lawyer in some niche ass field, who obviously told him that shipping weed across state lines is a crime. He also told him that it would make the cohabitants accessories to that crime. I wasn't home to prevent this from happening.
So I get home later, and I was tired, so I took a nap. L wakes me up, for nothing, to ask me if I was OK. I say yes, and try to go back to sleep, but I can't. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was wrong. I drift back to sleep eventually, but just as soon as I do, I'm awakened once again by fucking nonsense. "Hey. You want a candle, bro?" Umm... Sure. "What kind? I'm gonna go to the store and get you a candle." OK. Thanks. The door closes, as do my eyes. Then in the next half second, I sat up completely in bed. Something was very wrong. But what? At the time, I couldn't tell you. But after the fact? It was the way he leaned against the door frame, and held the door open. Then he'd stand up straight, and pull it almost closed, only to push back open due to the leaning bullshit. L is six feet tall, and has a tendency to literally stand in the doorway, and push up on the door frame. I'd never seen him do that other shit before. Logic brought me to the conclusion that he was holding the door open, and fanning the smell, because 8 seconds later, his dad came up to tell me I had to move out. Then L goes: "The fact that you made us accessories to a crime after everything we've done for you is appalling." And yet, I held my tongue. These people gave me things I'd never had in my life.  Like... Dental surgery for example. They went out of their way to do that for me. I'm a very loyal person. And so that act of kindness meant the world to me. I'd never do anything to hurt them, right? Yet, at the very second, I was disgusted with each of them. L, for making a life-altering assumption, and his Dad, for not asking my side of the story, and making his decision right there. I told him I didn't know it was in there, of course. He didn't care. And then his Mom, just cuz she was there, and looking at her feet, I guess. See, I was already intent on moving out in June. I was going to move to CA, with my gf. I intended to do nothing but save until then. It's my home state, and I'm fully aware of the C.O.L. Yes, it's expensive, but there is more money to be made, then spent here. So during the time I was gonna save, I was gonna apply for jobs and shit, months in advance, you know? I had a general plan. Not too rigid, not too soft. But this dude forced my hand, by not only getting me put out, but buying my a ticket for Tuesday morning at 6:00am, which I didn't ask for. Which meant I had to be there by 400am. My gf has to be at work at 6. So she planned to call me an uber from the hotel we stayed in that night. However, L was so worried about losing his money, HE offers to give me a ride to the airport. Now, I've never been in love before... It Feels Amazing! I love this girl To Death! And I'd do anything for her. Except for that morning. That morning I chose to go against her will, the one woman who really cares about me, because in the back of my mind, I thought I'd get an answer. And for nothing. Because it was silent the entire way there. And full of "lasts." Last time I'll flick this lighter out here. Last time I'll hear birds that sound like this. Last time I'll eat whataburger. Shit like that. But now, I'm here, and she's still out there, because of a decision someone else made, and we're struggling to make it work. Haven't even come close to six months yet. Just getting started. God knows I'm scared as fuck about her changing her mind, and this big ass wedge between us is fucking killing me. I did my best not to be mad at him. Tried to be understanding, cuz he felt like he was protecting his family. I  really did. But I feel so betrayed. I automatically trusted that nothing would be said about it. I mean, six years of friendship warrants that kind of trust, doesn't it? Yes, one could say I broke a rule, but this punishment didn't fit the crime, to me. But... IDK. Y'all tell me. AITA for feeling this way?

Tl;dr: Friend makes an assumption that gets me put out, forcing me to leave my job, and girlfriend behind, just to send me to the place where I was already intent on moving to, with a job, savings and my gf. Except now, I've no job, no money, and only a bright hope that she'll still be willing to come out here in a few months. AITA for not being able to let it go? 