My Happy Place

They've taken away my happy place.

I used to have my writing space set up next to the sliding glass doors so I could see out into the yard while I'm writing. There was a mulberry bush that was nearly as tall as a tree and it kind of blocked me from my neighbor looking in and I had a bird feeder hanging in it.

They cut down the mulberry bush. Now there's no place to hide from my neighbor and there's no place for my bird feeder.

Oh, the trunk is still there but there's not a branch or a leaf left on it. Now it's not a happy place. It's sad and pathetic and it makes me so mad I can't think coherently.

So, I moved all my writing stuff to a corner in the living room by the windows. Now my view is the back of my husband's easy chair and the mini blinds on the window. Not a bad view, but not a tree with a bird feeder and a flock of Chipping Sparrows.

My happy place is gone, taken away by my rotten property manager.

This blog post is my official wish that someone takes her happy place away so she can feel like I do right now.