Growing up I was not a person who daydreamed of my someday home. I didn’t go down the path of white picket fences or city home or country home.
I knew I wanted to have the role of a mother and I knew I wanted to write.
Later on, with each apartment, and then home a dream started to form.
A front porch. I wanted a front porch.
Several dwellings later and it has finally come true.
I sit right now on the front porch of a home that feels partially ours and partially the home of the family who first lived here, the ones who created the front porch and all the space inside.
I think I wanted this porch so I could fulfill what I see a porch offers – a welcoming.
Singing on the front steps, greeting friends and family as the come by to visit for a few hours or a weekend. And yet another space to read on, while waving hello to neighbors I am only just getting to know.
I so love front porches. It is the one thing I miss in my home after having one for ten years when I lived in St. Paul. They are wonderful for so many reasons!
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