This is sort of a part 2 to my last thread Bartering www.abovetopsecret.com...
This is a story about myself I am a mother from NYC, I had no type of survival skills, never worried about anything, I rarely saw trees for that
matter. After 9-11, NY became a place of uncertainty, worry, and fear.
I decided to move to a place that I had been to years before, and gave it a try. I got online and looked for the newspaper of the place I wanted to
go. I then called local owners selling homes to find what was right for me.
I found a home that was reasonably priced, and made arrangements. I had already saved $2000, thats all I had to my name. When I spoke on the phone
with the man that was selling the home, I told him I lived 1600 miles away, and was unable to see it, I wondered if he had pictures that I could see.
After seeing a 2 story 3bd home with a back yard, I knew this was it. I asked what he wanted for it, and he said he was doing rent with the option to
buy. I couldn't believe it, so I jumped on the chance, and asked how much. He said $400.00 down and $450 a month. I told him I would call in a
Within that week I looked through the newspapers for possible employment, I called every utility company, to find out if they had down payments, and
every area school, to find out what was required for enrollment, also I had no vehicle (didn't really know how to drive), so I had to find out if
there was any transportation in the town.
Jobs, though scarce, were good, allot of factories around here, so I knew that if I had too, there would be work one form or another. Though I was a
caterer in NY, I didn't know if my food would make it here, I'm Puerto Rican, and I didn't know how that type of menu would go over in the mid
west. So I called back and asked him what I needed to get this home. He said The down payment and the first months rent.
I faxed him the info, sent a western union money order of $850, and he faxed the rent to own lease. This happened in a week, and I still had to get
the utilities turned on, and worry about transportation from NY to the Mid west. I still had $1250 left.
The down payments for the water, phone, and electric came out to $250. Now I still had a grand left over. Now to worry about my things, my kids, my
friends, my job, and my transportation out.
So I threw a party for both my children and I, it was great, everyone was proud that I was making such a move, but sad I was leaving. We ate, talked,
cried, and reminisced. Before everyone left, I asked a select few of my friends to return the following day, I wanted to discuss something with
When they returned I told them that I couldn't take everything with me, and I need to sell all my stuff, washer, fridge, stove, air, bed, etc,. and
asked if they were interested. The good part was that I wanted none of the money now! I wanted them to pay for it in installments so that if for some
reason money became tight I always had another option. They were happy about me not rushing, so it was easier for me to sell my things and not deflect
from the value.
Now transportation to the mid west. I knew of a program set up by the Salvation Army (this is available in every state) that would help with a one
time ticket anywhere in the U.S. (for free), all you had to do was provide the information of where you were going, with proof of course, which I had
(the lease), and my tickets (for a family of 6) was in my hand 3 days later.
My friends gave me suitcases, and I took all that we could, and friends came by to take us the the Greyhound, and said goodbye to NYC.
When I got here to the Mid west, we didn't get here till 3 am, and it took us about 27 hrs, we had prepared food for the trip, and drank at the bus
stops. When we got here we could barely see anything, and the bus leaves you in the middle of no where (I didn't know that ), so we had to call the
local police (not 911), and they referred us to a cab company that would take us, and that charge was $50 bucks.
We drove to the home in excitement, when we got out, it looked like a mansion (we never really seen to many beautiful homes with backyards, and the
key was in the mailbox. The lights, water and phone was already on (I had already paid for everything).
We looked around, and we were home. In case you were wondering how we furnished the place. Well remember I had about a grand left over, so before I
got there I also called to find out if they had any salvation armies in the area, and in fact they had 3, so I called a daytime cab company (which was
a mini-van), and bought beds, bedding, cookware, a t.v., toiletries, etc, all, and I mean all for about $450.
Since then (that was 5 yrs ago), I have bought a mobile home in the country, real country, I have 2 acres of land, I grow my own food, have a creek
behind me, no water bills, no rent to pay, I home school, I go to town about 2 times a month, and I live a happy life where I owe no one I work for
myself (Ill explain that in a min) and I am off the official grid.
But how do I make money? Well, I live between 2 farms, besides the small garden that I have I offer any services I may have to the farm, such as
picking things up, they are elderly, from town, or buying fresh eggs from them, in which they give me anything that they have to much of, which could
be anything from meats, to veggies.
There is also a pantry in town, and I offer services to them for delivering to elderly or disabled people who may not be able to get things for
themselves, and on the weekends they give me whatever they cannot keep over the weekend, and boy that adds up to allot, so food shopping is not an
issue for me, and I'm helping my community.
With all of the extra I cook food and sell it to local factory workers, yup, I make good home cooked meals with the extra I get from helping others,
to provide electric, phone, and internet here. I'm known around here for not just food, but helping. I have managed in 5 yrs to turn my despair of
the world, into my own sanctuary.
I came from the violent streets of the Bronx, and now I talk to farmers, own my own home, and help people, that before this I don't know what would
The moral of this story is, YOU CAN DO IT TOO!, people all over the place, never truly think they can do something like this. I am here to tell you,
that if you want to YOU CAN! I have played the scenario for you, to show that this is a place that is (continue)