Unh, flat broke, with nothing? Great supposition, Phlemboy. Kinda like a North Korean, whose pitiful savings is now also worth zilch.
I would first sit and think about what are my assets? What are my skills? This is not the time to learn something new, better capitalize on what I’ve got.
Since I’ve got nothing, no house, no money, I would hit the streets bright and early and knock on the next door of every shacky, vacant house. Eventually I would find an owner: “Mr. Owner, you don’t know me, but I would like to offer you a deal. I will fix up your little vacant house for free for rent. I’ve fixed up a lot of houses and you will be amazed. If you like my work, soon I want to talk to you about selling it to me. I can cut your grass and fix up your place too. Do we have a deal? Good, I’m moving in, then”.
Then I would get a job, any job, near enough to my shack to walk. I would work like a son-of-a gun and soon be promoted to a manager of that fast-food restaurant or store.
I would save money for a budget car, bought for cash. With my car, I get a second evening job driving pizzas for Domino’s at $15.00/hour. On the weekends I sell alley-scavenged junk in front of my house. I fix up beat-up dressers, tables and sell them.
I work on my place too, and I work on the owner’s place. I visualize him as a doddering oldster, who can’t handle things anymore.
Within a year, I get the paperwork done on buying his shack. I get a better job with my wheels. Maybe I start a fix-it and deliver service for old folks. I keep looking for run-down vacant houses, buy them from their elderly owners and put tenants in them until I can get around to fixing them up more.
I FIND THE NEED IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD AND I FILL IT.
Work makes me happy. Finding stuff makes me happy. Improving junk makes me happy. Growing makes me happy. I would be happy.
Furnishedowner