Two years ago, when we moved into our house, we quickly found our favorite thing to do every day: start the day with coffee on the front porch. I remember the first night in our new home, I got up and went to Panera for bagels and coffee. We enjoyed them on our porch, and the tradition began.
Summer and winter puts a damper on our front porch time, but spring and fall are perfect. It just sets my mood and day off right when I sip coffee with my husband and we watch the cars pass. We plot out our day. Maybe we will look at Facebook and Twitter until our phones are dead. Or like today, I’ll grab my laptop and get a little work done.
I love my front porch. I had no idea how much I would love it when we bought our house, but its become one of my top five features… if not my absolute favorite.
We need to paint the railings, which is on the to do list this week. I’d love to install a ceiling fan, so maybe we could use it a little more in the summer. And we should probably reseal the concrete soon. But its all part of being a homeowner, and taking care of what you have. Taking care of your home.
I love the memories we’ve already made on our front porch… and I look forward to years of more memories. One cup of coffee at a time.
I’m sitting in a hotel room in San Antonio, Texas. I drove out to see my husband do a show with the artist he works for… a rare chance for me to catch a show! It was a short visit… I had to work during the day and then missed two turns on the way, so I was way later than I hoped to be. Then he had to bolt out quick, bound for Biloxi, Mississippi for a show the next day.
But, that’s okay! We’re both good with it, and it was just nice to spend a couple hours together. Every few minutes together matter!
Here I sit, though, by myself in a hotel room. It doesn’t phase me any more, but I can still remember the first time I stayed at a hotel alone. It wigged me out a bit!! It was all on me to get up and get out on time. It was all on me to load the truck and find my way back. Complete strangers were sleeping maybe 20 yards away from me in the next room, and somehow it felt weird to know that.
That was then. This is now.
Now I find it fun. I enjoy time alone, actually! I’m alone a lot when my husband is on the road, but this is different. This is… a mini-one-night-vacation.
Sometimes, I use the time to get a LOT of work done. Sometimes, I use it just to decompress and turn the brain off entirely. Oddly, I’m doing both tonight. The room is a suite for a change, and I’m chilling on the couch. I settled in to read other’s blogs, not feeling like writing. Then suddenly felt compelled to write. On nights like this, I go with the flow. Whatever I want to do, I do.
It’s a total treat… and I’m enjoying every single second.