I’ve found the ultimate recession getaway!

I'm never coming back to that recession turmoil again!

I fell to pieces sometime during the dark hours of April 2nd. I woke in a cold sweat, screaming that the stock exchange was falling, falling, falling and I couldn't stop it. The reels on the NYSE boards were out of control and spinning, the numbers lower and lower as I watched. I knew it was time to run away, to leave, to get away from the madness. This is no longer my world, the one I grew up in and loved so much until the first prime mortgage article appeared on the front page.

I applied for an XXL Personal Loan from the Personal Money Store. With the proceeds I bought a one-way ticket to Sydney, Australia.

I packed my beloved gold Cross pen, my crossword dictionary, my little box of watercolors and headed for the airport. On the plane I had the best 8-hour sleep in months.

Welcome to Turtle Island

This morning I am lying on an old deck chair on the beach of Turtle Island. In the distance behind me you can see the mansion, helipad and swimming pool. I haggled the price down from 6 million to 3 million and got the title deeds in my hands without putting down one penny. Aha, here comes Jenny treading carefully across the sand. She is carrying a tray with two glasses of a delicious looking pink drink with frosting around the rim of the glass and little purple umbrellas shading the drink. ... click here to read the rest of the article titled "I've found the ultimate recession getaway!"