A lot of people get attached to inanimate objects, but I have a thing with getting attached to pieces of landscape. The last apartment I lived in sat on top of a hill and every morning I would cross the street and wait for the bus. While I waited for the bus I sat and looked at the house across the street, and just behind it was an amazing tree.
Since we were on a hill, the tree actually had a clear sky behind it, which was a stark contrast from the regular city view. Without even thinking about it, I became really possessive of it.
My tree and I had a bond. Everyday I would watch it, and I felt strangely proud of it.
Then, one day I went out to wait for the bus like normal, only something was different.
Out of nowhere, my tree just disappeared. I thought I would have felt it leaving, but there was no warning. It was gone.
Every day when I waited for the bus I would get angry. I developed a hatred for the owners of the house that obviously cut down my tree.
Not too long after this though, I moved. This time, I was sure to get attached to something I would be less likely to lose.
Unfortunately, I live on a large fault line, but at least I won’t have to blame my neighbors if they go missing.