The years between ’08 and ’12 were a carnival of nausea. When the ride ended in December of '12, the economy threw up and passed out. Dead for all practical purposes. My business had died back in '09, so like lots of folks, I barely noticed the collapse. It was same old, same old for most of us. Paychecks were slim. Work was spotty. We still got hungry and thirsty. We still needed clothes and shelter. Folks still fell into love and out of love. Babies were born. People still died for good reason and bad. Every day was about making the little things work and letting the rest of the BS fall away.
After the system crashed in December of 2012, after the wealthy Enclavists had taken the money and run off to the safety and security of the Western Reserve, the rest of us Americans were left behind to fend for ourselves. Folks hunkered down and hung on, year after year. Finally, house by house, town by town, coast to coast, the tide began to turn. Communities held their ground, literally, and began to see prosperity ahead again. As 21st century homesteaders, we were determined to re-build America, but this time the way it was meant to be. Building wealth became about creating something stable, perhaps even happily-ever-after. Isn't that what sustainability boils down to?
Five years after the collapse, a standard definition of success began circulating. It has re-defined our relationship with the world and with each other in the simplest of terms. No child should ever go to bed hungry or thirsty or cold or unloved. This applies to orphans, strays and pets too. It is not just about America, either, it is about the whole planet. This was the threshold we were crossing in the years following the Apo-Collapse. Could we create wealth for everyone, a common wealth, wealth than passes down equitably through generations? The goal seemed deceptively simple, but as the 25TH anniversary approached it still hadn't happened, not even for one night.