My porch is hands down my favorite thing about my new house. I probably spend more time sitting out here on our ghetto couch than inside. There's an atmosphere on this porch. A good one.
Almost every night my roommates and I wander outside, and plop down on the couch. Laughs are shared, guitars are strummed, stories are told... we live the good life.
Since I moved in last month, I've had some of the best conversations of my life sitting on this porch. Just last night I sat out here with a friend I met this summer talking into the early hours of the morning. It was so great to learn more about her life, and be able to share some of mine too. The night air played with our hair as we delved into the real matters of life: family, friends, faith, relationships. I learned more about her in those few hours than I have with friends I've known for years. It was awesome.
So if you ever find yourself on Wealthy Street, come on over. I'll meet you on the porch.
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