I was an urban homesteader at the ripe ol' age of 9. I built my first veggie garden to prove that I could grow one. I begged my parents to help me out. We tilled up the yard in the backyard, they helped me build up my raised garden, because after all, our neighborhood was built on an old arsenic site. I grew veggies, I shared my veggies, and I even sold some of those veggies. I had rabbits for many years. I even tried my hand at chickens and ducks only to have to give them up because of city ordinances at the time. All before 1985.
I was an urban homesteader. I am still an urban homesteader, even though my urban homestead is located in a very rural community. I live in a community with an homeowner's association, with strict rules. I homestead my .66 acres like there is no tomorrow. I will stick up for my fellow homesteaders, whether they are rural or URBAN. Why? Because I was an URBAN HOMESTEADER long before someone decided that they needed trademark the term. Claim it for themselves, claim they were saving it from big companies. Saving it for the true homesteaders. Yet, anyone who uses the word or phrases must refer back to the them. And they must state that it is a trademarked phrase. You can't trademark a lifestyle. And you can't trademark mine. I AM AN URBAN HOMESTEADER!