On My Porch
Jun 12th, 2007 by lisa
I miss having a porch.
This was the apartment where we lived before we moved to Milford. We had the third floor apartment. The building was pretty run down, but it had a great porch. In the warmer months, I’d spend mornings out here with my coffee. In the afternoons I’d spend time with a good book and a cup of tea. Occasionally I’d put Siofra in her harness and bring her out with me. She never did get used to it, and eventually I gave up on that. She’d keep me company, though, by sitting in the one window that looked out onto the porch.
In the evenings after dinner, Paul and I would sit and relax. Sometimes he’d bring his guitar and noodle around on it. It was here that we witnessed some beautiful sunsets.
That was the first couple of years I lived there. As time went on, the porch ceased being a pleasant place as the area slowly deteriorated. Then it became the place where we could watch drug deals and hookers prowling the neighborhood. The ceaseless stream of loud cars, trucks and Harley’s drove us back inside the apartment. Eventually we stopped going out there at all, and made plans to move on.
I miss it. My future house will have a porch, that I guarantee.
