Oregon, that is. We have exactly 21 days until the moving van arrives and I am not ready. It seems no matter how much I purge or how much I pack that every surface is covered with things and stuff and such. Very frustrating.
We have wanted to leave Memphis for nearly as long as we've been here. It has not been a comfortable place for us to live as a gay couple and the racism here is terrifying. So is the poverty. I realize these are things that exist nearly everywhere but in Memphis it is amplified somehow to a pitch somewhere just under the shriek of a 2 year old.
We believe Oregon is more progressive and plan to marry there after our arrival. It is clearly the fiber mecca and I have information on 5 guilds/groups that meet in the Portland area on a regular basis. I have my spindles and wheel packed and ready to go into our little pull along trailer. Such things cannot be handed over to movers.
Everything has come to a halt to prepare for moving. No knitting, spinning or exercising. Our entire world revolves around moving and work. It is starting to wear me down. Rehoming all our rescues has been emotionally draining and I've cried frequently.
21 more days.