Because I can

Do you think that it is true that everybody finds a place and owns it in their heart? I think my wife's is in the basement. She's down there right now trying to recover from my daughter's fit before bed time. (she didn't have a nap, my wife nor my daughter). I think that I lay claims to places. I feel like a specific part of Rutland State Park is mine. Actually, two places in RSP. I can remember thinking that a specific pine tree on my father's land was mine. Also, a really big beech tree that I carved my initials in way on the top of the hill behind my house. I had a camp across the street by a little river. I had a desk in the top of the library at UMASS that I claimed and no one else really knew about. My house now, it doesn't feel like mine. It feels slightly unhealthy to me. Not in a literal sense, but my yard is moss and scattered crab grass, there is a giant puddle lying next to my yard spawning off mosquitos by the dozens, I had to import top soil just to plant my lousy yard and didn't import enough to sustain any sort of life. I just wish this place felt beautiful to me. I also wish I had money enough to make some improvements. I want to clear the land next to me and put drainage in. I want to have some sheep and some chickens over there. I want to have a barn/garage and to inspire some sort of pastural beauty here. But instead, I just sit inside and wait to earn enough money to fix the front yard... and maybe the back.