Welcome to the forum. I am sorry you have to rehome her but, in all honesty, sometimes, it's the best thing you can do for them. There is a reputable rescue in Virginia called Phoenix Landing, I don't know how far you are from them or whether you would have to be put in a waiting list but that's the only one I know that I would recommend in that area. Now, having said that, rescues are not the best place for birds because they not only lose everything they know, including their 'family' but they also go to a place that is not permanent [all changes are a setback for parrots] and where the bird would not have a human of its own so, personally, I prefer to do it through Craigslist or Rescueme. BUT, if you are going to do it yourself, you need to make sure that the bird will go to a good home and that means no apartments, hands-on experience PLUS having somebody there during the day because although all parrots NEED the constant company and the strict solar schedule, when it comes to parrots that come from temperate climates [like quakers do], keeping them attuned to the seasons is essential [otherwise, they become overly hormonal and scream and bite in their frustration and physical discomfort].
If you cannot find anybody, I would be happy to drive over and pick her up - I love all birds but have a special place in my heart for quakers. I was born and raised in one of the countries where they are from and raised my first one when I was ten years old under my grandmother's supervision. Quakers are considered a pest in my country and the farmers knock down the nests and sell the babies at the farmers market for a few dollars but the ones that don't get sold die so, every summer, my grandmother would buy one or two, raise them and allow them to fly away when they wanted to. The one that I raised, Pelusa [it means lint in Spanish and I named her that because she had no feathers, only down, when I got her], lived with us for a couple of years before she left, then came back and stayed for another year or two until she finally flew away and stayed with the flock that flew over my house every day - and we could tell because we could hear her talking
. People complain about their screams but, to me, they are the music of home.