Ever since I was way younger, I have LOVED being outside. Now, because I’m not a sports fanatic or anything, my love for being outside has often been limited to reading or people-watching or some other half-assed lazy excuse to be outside.
At the BitterHouse, we had this AMAZING front porch. It was the kind of front porches you rarely find on rental houses, and I was known to spend a great deal of time out there. Parties would often localize on our front porch, and it became a kind of haven to me.
Since we left the BitterHouse, there has never been anything close to a front porch. Granted, every time we move, we try and find something with a front porch, but as I’ve come to realize, rental houses just don’t want the hassle of a front porch or a swing.
We’ve tried. There are many park benches in our front yard, circling around a fire pit. But benches are not the same.
For our anniversary, my amazing husband found a fantastic thing: a swing that FOLDS OUT INTO A BED. And it now resides in our front yard. This is wonderful because all of our windchimes we’ve collected over the years can sing around you as you doze in the sunshine of Five Points. It’s so incrediby amazing. I’ve spent about three hours today out there, pouring through our Book Club book. (Thanks, Sweetie!)
So if you call any of my numbers and don’t receive an answer, and then you try Bryan’s and there’s also silence there, don’t think we’ve gone into premature labor. Chances are, we’re swingin’.