Definition: noun. a structure consisting of a roof supported by columns at regular intervals, typically attached as a porch to a building.
My porticos (past and present):
Iâve only lived in two houses that had a porch. The first was a nice covered porch. The full length of the house. 7 white columns which upheld the covered roofing of the porch (I always hated that there was an uneven number). No railings between the columns but definitely a 1â drop from the porch to the ground. On occasion porch sitting, after a long day of work, with kids playing in the front yard would happen. Iâd try to gulp down a steaming hot cup of coffee. I say âtryâ because… Well. Because. I hate coffee. There, I said it! I have tried over and over to like it but I just Do Not! Anyway, at that time I didnât realize how much Iâd grow to love porch sitting.
Fast forward 3 years or so…And I now have the second home with a covered porch. I call it a home; itâs an apartment. An apartment which is the basement of a home. A split level home, where the top floor has tenants as does the bottom. Confusing I know. Anyway, what is considered my âfrontâ porch, is actually below the top floor tenantsâ covered back porch. Further confusion. …but itâs absolutely lovely. Itâs tiled flooring, which I love, because no fear of splinters if youâre without shoes. It has 4 circular columns, which line the edge of the porch to the yard. Parallel to the columns is the exterior of the red brick home, with a large 2-panel window with white shutters. Then a full glass wall / door into the âentry wayâ of my home. Iâve added a rug, a couch, and a fire pit (which Iâve wanted for a while and finally bought for myself this last year). And to top it all off, Iâve lined the white ceiling with outdoor bulb lights for evening time porch-sitting. Side Note: Iâm still trying to outsource the work of hanging a TV for music or even movie watching but have yet to find anyone willing to do this task. Anyway, this home, this porch, is by far probably my most favorite place on earth. Aside from the beach (keep that in mind, as youâll want to remember that for later in this post). One of my favorite humans even calls it âThe Happy Place.â
Why? Why do I enjoy the portico?
So, now that you can picture the porch youâre sitting within, in your mind, I can actually write the post I set out to write. Whew! Like I mentioned, I didnât realize that those initial porch moments would grow into my porch now being my favorite spot in my entire home. Growing up, I was never, and still am not, an outdoorsy person. I donât love to hike or bike. I donât like to camp. I donât like to fish or play sports outdoors. I have allergies which make me crazy if Iâm outside for too long. Really, the closest thing to me enjoying being outside is riding in a convertible with the top down. (Sad, I know). However, as I moved into this home, I knew something special had to come of this porch; hence adding the rug and couch.
When I first moved in, and still now, I sweep the porch. At least weekly, sometimes more pending the dirt build up, etc… Keep in mind itâs actually a long porch, and therefore takes some time to sweep. However, I love to sweep it. I own a leaf blower which would be so fast and efficient, especially with 3 kids, but Iâve never used it. Not once in the 8 months Iâve lived there. Sweeping, Ive discovered, on my porch, helps clear my head. And…I get to be in my favorite spot a little longer. Sometimes just me and my thoughts. And sometimes, if itâs been an icky day, I can escape and sweep away all the negativity. And breathe.
And today. Today I spent ALL day out there. In âthe happy place.â
Not sweeping all day. Ha! Iâd be a crazy person if I did that. I mean, I did sweep at the end of the day, but the morning, I simply started off my âwork from homeâ day, in the crisp spring air, laptop in hand and sunshine glistening off the freshly mowed (from the day before-otherwise Iâd been sneezing up a storm) grass. My kids got there and we continued to just stay on the porch/yard. Not necessarily on purpose. It just, happened.



We ate lunch, snacks, and dinner out there. I finished my work day out there. They climbed trees and ran races and jumped in the ârain-madeâ creek I now have in the back yard. And even after dinner and after creek-jumping, as bath-time rotation started, we stayed. And we cranked up the fire pit and plugged in the bulb lights and roasted marshmallows. And I swept.
And as I was sweeping, my daughter said âoh I love this, itâs like the beach!â (And remember from earlier, I love the beach). I stopped. I smiled. I said, âyes dear, it is!â And just like that, Iâve definitely created a âhappy place.â Itâs freeing and simple and warm and refreshing. Just like the âbeachâ vibes give to us when we are there.
So, my conclusion: our portico is our âportalâ to our âbeachâ (mindset at least). I LOVE that. And I love even more, that my kids sense and feel and love it as much as mom!






