I thought it was way past time to post something—in this case, a long- overdue and death-defying feat of literary brevity and poor prose.
Better that than you think I’ve met with some untimely and unfortunate, moving-related demise. I’ve not gone this long without blogging in a number of years. But, unfortunately, selling a home, relocating overseas, and getting married are more time-consuming and brain-draining than I’d imagined.
Yes, that’s right. I said—“getting married.” Sara and I leave for New York City next week to tie the knot—a tangle of lesbians-on-the-move, covering-legal-loopholes.
We had hoped to marry in DC or New York over the holidays, but formally exchanging the rings we’ve now been wearing for seven years may benefit us economically in Ecuador—and more immediately than waiting till December.
The company (and our new, already-living-in-Cuenca buddy Malcolm)—the ones helping us expedite residency visas—advised us to make our way, “post-haste,” to a state that would allow us to “legitimize” our partnership.
Both Argentina and Uruguay (more recently) have legalized gay marriage. Columbia is considering it, and gay civil unions already grant lesbians the same legal rights as married couples in Ecuador. Marriage equality is on the move in South America, and Sara and I plan to ride that wave of welcome all the way to Cuenca and beyond.
But—since Sara and I are living out of suitcases and time is limited, I’ll do a bulleted update with photos to illustrate our adventures over the last few weeks—a month of moving and grooving and doing serious damage to life as we knew it.
- Daddy had an Alias!
Just as we got deep into sorting and selling, packing and stacking—a leaning tower of almost-Ecuador—my dad’s FBI file arrived in the mail—a small, flat package containing only a single CD and not nearly the number of pages I’d been promised.
(In the event that you’re new to my blog, you might want to know that, in addition to moving with my partner to Ecuador, I’m in the process of writing a memoir about growing up in an organized crime family. Because I wanted to understand my father’s mafia connections more clearly, I applied for a copy of my dad’s FBI file last May. To read the first chapter of my memoir, whose working title is Kids Make the Best Bookies, click here.)
I’d been told nearly 1, 700 pages were available, but just over 200 remained after redactions and the subtraction of still-classified material. Good-god—Daddy’s been dead for more than thirty years—“classified” my ass!
At any rate, I did learn that my father had an alias, and simple and unsurprising as that may sound, it disturbed me on some unexpected level–I suppose, his having an identity I didn’t know about.
- Our house has sold, and the check’s in the bank.
Much to my (but not Sara’s) surprise, we closed on time—March 29th –two days before Easter and a “Good Friday,” indeed. But getting out of the house—our boxes packed and possessions moved—proved more challenging than I could have ever guessed.
It was one thing to move to Vietnam or Haiti, while leaving our US home intact, but moving overseas and liquidating our stateside life was another animal altogether—another moving mammal, if you will.
- Sara and I have been to Pittsburgh and back!
Hard to imagine, isn’t it? I can barely believe it myself. We stayed at a Comfort Inn less than a mile from the home where I was raised.
And the old neighborhood seems less changed than I’d imagined. Or maybe a whole lot changed, depending on one’s perspective.
To be honest, I think I’m simply stunned having been back on what was once home turf. It feels a bit like time travel—a journey that’s transported me back decades more than miles.
It leaves me feeling a bit whiplashed, perhaps, but not in a bad way at all. In a very good way, in fact.
- Our own “Very Bloggy Wedding” will be WordPress-posted.
Some of you may recall that last spring I served as WordPress wedding correspondent for friend Tori of “The Ramblings.”
Well, since our nuptials weren’t announced, let alone planned, until the last-minute, Tori won’t be able to cover the equally mind-blowing marriage ceremony of Coppler-McCullough.
In her stead, Lame Adventures will pinch hit and blow the ball far beyond all real or imagined walls of our proverbial park, in this case a making-lesbians-legal grand slam of World Series proportions, I’m sure.
- We leave for Ecuador May 1st.
Sara, the dogs, and I will fly out of Lexington in less than two weeks.
So stay tuned for my first post from south of the equator, more about our wedding, and lots more memoir madness via my dad’s FBI file and our recent trip back to Pennsylvania.
Please tell me in the comments below what you most want to know about Ecuador, Daddy (his mafia connection-FBI file), and/or our wedding in the Big Apple.
Also, please forgive me if it take a few days to respond to comments. I’m in the midst of a lot. I apologize, as well, for not reading my friends’ blogs in recent weeks–same excuse, I’m afraid. I love and miss you all and hope to return to normal reading-writing habits in a few weeks.