The Great Undoing Days
While I was on the road for work, the building I had been living in for five years was condemned and all residents were evicted. I flew home from Virginia to pack up all my belongings in 48 hours. These boxes would sit in Rick and Margo’s warehouse for another four years, while I continually tried and failed to find affordable housing in Palouse. Rituals of categorization and record-keeping were the tools I used to combat the destructive legacy of housing scarcity and homelessness in my own life and across many rural communities. I visited my things often.