I moved from my old-fashioned house with a wrap-around porch to an upscale ranch-style with a granite counter-top and home owner association fees. Jogging past the crepe myrtles gracing my neighbor’s drive, I notice the eloquent stone houses in my new neighborhood lack a certain charm—a charm even my grandmother’s ordinary two-story oozed. I glance along the tree-lined street towards the stoic houses and realize the porches are missing—amputated from their prominent place—and how much I miss the front porch on my old house.
The Lost Art of Front Porch Sitting
The Lost Art of Front Porch Sitting
The Lost Art of Front Porch Sitting
I moved from my old-fashioned house with a wrap-around porch to an upscale ranch-style with a granite counter-top and home owner association fees. Jogging past the crepe myrtles gracing my neighbor’s drive, I notice the eloquent stone houses in my new neighborhood lack a certain charm—a charm even my grandmother’s ordinary two-story oozed. I glance along the tree-lined street towards the stoic houses and realize the porches are missing—amputated from their prominent place—and how much I miss the front porch on my old house.