Like the porch. The porch was an add-on or a revamp of a more primitive open porch. Somebody had a lot of mosquito bites and put screens in, and now we find ourselves enjoying the setting sun and cocktails, just like our predecessors. We found the house by sheer luck. There was a FSBO (for sale by owner) sign in the front yard that Steve just happened to see. The timing was awful - Nancy had just graduated and had a major education debt with promising career prospects, but we had no money in the bank. Fortune or rash judgment smiled on us and we got the place for what now seems like a song.
Now that the economy is going to hell in a handbasket, we still think we made a good decision, because the porch rocks. The addition on the back may eventually turn us homicidal, but as long as we're on the porch, we're like The Buddha. At peace.
