I also told him about all the things I had heard about others moving to the gold in California, and that many wanted to become rich there from the precious metal. Also, many were talking about the horrors of being forced into the west.
I introduced myself as Zeynep, and told him not only about the harsh conditions my crops suffered, but also about how my job had become unnecessary in the wave of time, and how I needed the beautiful crops expected from Oregon to make a living and survive.
I continued to talk to him about how excited I was to get beautiful farmland and live in happiness for many years to come, and to meet people there and along the way with rough pasts and bright futures just like me. I also mentioned how I would fit in so much better in the wonderful life I had planned.