porch life

I haven’t ventured out much in the last year and a half.  I’m not complaining for several reasons, two are listed below:  

1.). I’m alive and safe, as are my loved ones 

2.). I’ve traveled far and wide over my years and, mostly, very much enjoyed it.

But traveling is it’s own kind of avoidance.  Never staying but traveling thru, is simply a commitment to being uncommitted to a place.  Which isn’t altogether a bad thing, it simply is a fact.  Full transparency, I say this as someone who as lived in the same place for over a decade… which in my expert (on my life) opinion is how I’ve been able to travel thru so many places.  

There is this place I come back to.  It is safe, I like it, and it happens to be my home.  

I left this safe cocoon for the wilds of New Jersey over the holiday weekend.  The Jersey Shore to be more specific.  It was lovely.  More than lovely, it was home-y.  The town in which I stayed had a serious porch life.  The homes all had outdoor spaces that allows… encourages! … daily communing.  ‘Good Mornings’ are shared.  Weather updates compared.  Eggs are borrowed.  It’s cohabitating without the obligatory chore of sharing the same space.  Cozy without the physical touch.  

I enjoyed my travels to NJ for all the ways it reminded me of a home; the way people live at and with their place of comfort.  Porch Life is my newest life goal; who knew the Garden State was growing this for my life’s picking?!

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