What's in Your Backyard?

I want to go here:

This place looks tranquil and beautiful and inspiring. 

I am having a hard time being inspired by my backyard these days. 

I have never been the most peaceful of people – like just satisfied in my own skin – but these days my brain simply vibrates with the desire to find something better.  I have no love life, no close friends, my house is falling apart, and I am dead broke.  I look at pictures of all the beautiful places in the world, and I don’t understand why I have trapped myself in this particular place.  I guess I’ve made all the wrong choices.  One or two good ones, interspersed with a string of shit ones. 

I would like to have a dream, one of those where you wake up feeling transformed, but I would like it to be real.    I would like to find something like this in my backyard:

Is that too much to ask?  I mean, someone has this treehouse in their backyard, because I’m looking at a picture of it right now.   I don’t want to become a hunchbacked, bitter old crank, sitting in a chair in my bleak, shitty house, wondering what happened to my life.  I want to tear down the walls; they're suffocating me.  And there's no one here to dream with either, which is maybe the hardest part of all.