My favorite part of the house is the front porch. It's not just because the rest of our house is falling apart and you never know whether you're going to find a cockroach or mold when you turn a corner. It's because the breeze and the sunlight can be transformative. It's also because some of my favorite memories have happened on this front porch. Here's a quick list:
Most importantly, when you're walking home from class, there's literally no better feeling in the world than seeing that big yellow house, and knowing who's waiting on the porch for you to get home.