So if you've read my last blog, you know that I've been planning on walking away from what most have come to know as society with my husband, who wants out too.
I want to document the process.  I wish not to preach for a better world.  I simply want to put my thoughts and actions into text.   
I hate money, but I know that I'll need it to start what I'm doing.   I know it's not safe to just disconnect in one clean cut, because even though I do not believe I am as rooted as most, the roots are still deep.I fear if I go into this without proper preparation, I will most definitely fail. 
I've started the disconnection with my television service.  Unlike the phone or internet, I can't find a need for it.   I've missed the most recent episode of Walking Dead, and Rob can't watch his soccer, which sucks, but I think at this point we miss the $150 we've been giving Bell, more than knowing the latest happenings on a fictional television show.   The less we owe, the less we have to worry about once we cut ties.
My car is almost paid off.  At which point I wish to buy a durable, older model, pickup that doesn't have a bunch of sensors and electronics that I don't know how to fix myself.  I will need a truck, even before living out in the wilderness.  I need to start acquiring building materials, and it will be nice if we have our own way of transporting them.
I've now got my dad on board.  He will most likely be our mentor in all this, and he has been very supportive and motivated to help us achieve our goals.  He's a good mentor to have. 
My dad is the oldest of 7 siblings, in a family that grew up "poor" in Newfoundland.  For those not aware of Canadian geography, Newfoundland is an island off Canada's eastern coast, known for harsh weather, and a high cost of living.  A lot of what Newfies consume has to be imported, which drives the costs higher than it would be in more productive and logistically accessible areas.  Might not seem like a challenge today, because of how we have all grown accustom to having everything we could ever want accessible (for the right price).  I remember being very surprised when my dad told me that when he was a teen, he got into some trouble with the law, for stealing a bag of oranges.  Yes oranges.  I remember being very young, and asking him "why oranges? why not steal something cooler like money or something?".  To him at the time - oranges were a real luxury, as were bananas, and practically all tropical fruit.  As young as I was, I felt sorry for my dad, because I thought he grew up in the middle ages or some shit.  I couldn't fathom it. 
Being the oldest, my dad worked hard to support his family.  That doesn't mean he went out and found a job and gave the money to his parents - it meant baking 2-3 loafs of bread everyday - which is the best bread I've ever fucking tasted by the way.   He learned to live off the land by snaring rabbits, hunting small game, and building and/or fixing everything he had himself.   My dad reminds me of an old person who grew up during the great depression - saving money in a mattress kind of guy.  I didn't understand the reasoning behind this as a kid, and I hated that part of him for a long time - calling him cheap, and even neglectful because he wouldn't buy me the shit that all the other kids had.  Now, I'm glad he didn't give in. I think my dad is proud that I've come to agree with him, and am now asking him to teach me his ways.
I truly believe that if the stars were aligned differently, meaning, my dad never had a family, which I know was not a part of my parent's original plan in life, that he would be living in a shack somewhere out in the woods right now.  Even if he just wants me to have a cottage so he can have a rent-free hunting cabin to bunk in every season, I can see that he is happy that I've made this choice.  Better yet, he believes in me.
I've been talking to my dad about the garden we're installing on my property in the spring.  Actually, it was his idea.  I'm glad, because if all goes well, we're going to have more food than we'll know what to do with, and not enough friends or neighbors to share it all with.  We're going to rent a rototiller, and get some gravel rakes and shovels which we'll need to prepare the land for cultivation.  So far our list of produce is pretty extensive.  Basically we just want to plant a bunch of shit and see what grows well. 
On the list so far is:  2 types of Tomatoes, 2-3 types of onions, hot and sweet peppers, 2 types of cucumber, celery, carrots, butternut squash, pumpkins, a undecided type of lettuce - might just collect dandelion leaves, a few varieties of corn, one of which I can use as chicken feed, and some fruit, like raspberries, strawberries, apples / pears (existing trees in the yard), and some watermelon.  We'll also have some herbs, some of which will grow well inside by a window, like chives, and parsley.   It's a lot to take on, especially for me, who doesn't even maintain her lawn very well.  I'm no stranger to physically demanding work - but I need to get in the habit of planning, and gaining the skills that I can apply in a place where there are no grocery stores. 
My dad is also helping in the form of legal counsel.  Although I want to walk away, there's still rules and laws that I have to obey in order to keep the government out of my business.  There's a good chance that I will eventually raise chickens, but up North, hunting and trapping is the way to go.   Both require I have a license, especially if I wish to own a gun.  This isn't America - not every asshole who thinks it's right to kill people who steal from you can have a gun up here.  You have to fill out the forms first. Even after licensing, I'll have to know about seasons, and for many species you have to keep an identifiable piece of the animal to turn over to the hunting police - so they don't charge you with poaching.  
I love animals.  So when I tell people that I want to kill and eat wild animals, they look at me like I have 2 heads.  Some people have even said it was "mean" to do that.  Then they throw a hot dog in a microwave and call it "feeding themselves".    We have gone past the point of no return because of the currently growing world population.  We have to mass produce in order to feed the people on this earth - we can't all hunt wild animals, because there isn't enough of them - we have to instead create them.  So I understand, and I'm not going to call you an idiot for living in a system you were born into.  Just don't call me mean.   I feel much better knowing that the animal I eat has lived a life of freedom in nature, opposed to a life of confinement and unspeakable abuse.  Nature, the root of all life, is in it's very essence a system of killing to survive.  The more you look at it, the more perfect and balanced it is, especially compared to this artificial shit we do.
Ok enough ranting.  I'm trying really hard not to be one of those people who alienate themselves by pointing out the flaws of others.  If telling you that you're wrong was enough to make you act right, the world would be a lot different.  I know why things are the way they are, and it makes enough sense to me not to hate humanity - I just pity it. 
Whether you care or not - I'll keep you updated every so often on how this is going.  Also, thanks dangle for the advice and reading materials.  Again, if anyone is still reading and is willing to keep this conversation going, please do!   I have a lot of learning and prep work still left to do, and I appreciate all of the help and advice I can get!