126/365 - My old porch

Porch sitting is one of my favorite warm weather pastimes.  It's been a bit cool early in the mornings and later in the evenings lately, but it's still pleasant enough to sit and enjoy the fresh air and birds and other creatures chattering outside.  After four years in this house, I never thought I would like living "out in the country" nearly as much as I do.  

My beau recently asked me what made me choose this place when I was looking for a home.  The truth is, I almost didn't follow-up when I first saw the ad, because it was "so far out of town" and right next to a railroad track.  Despite the threat of rednecks and midnight train whistles, I ultimately figured the rental price at least deserved a drive-by.  

I knew as soon as I pulled in the driveway that this old farmhouse was where I needed to call home.  The house, with its 100-year old imperfections and equally aged charm, seemed in that moment to be as warm and inviting as a grandmother's warm, cozy lap....a safe place to be comforted, a place to return to time and again for peace and healing.  For whatever reason, sitting on this old porch is where I still find it the most.