The Front Porch

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.