It’s fashionable among urbanites to look upon the suburbs with disdain. Big city apologists snub their noses at two-car garages, lawns and expanses of empty sidewalks. They decry the necessity of cars and lack of public transportation.
But there is one feature of the American suburbs that I love: the front porch. It’s more than a place to collect Amazon boxes or display Halloween decorations. A properly designed front porch connects your home to the neighborhood. It invites your neighbors to stop and chat for a spell.
I fell in love with front porches with my first home. On Sunday mornings the newspaper landed there with a heavy thud. I would shuffle out there with my coffee and rifle through paper. Neighbors would walk past with their dogs or kids on the way to the park. Most would just wave and say “hello,” but some would stop briefly to catch up. In the spring I would smell freshly mowed grass (no allergies) as people did their gardening.
This slow unwinding of a morning, this indoor-outdoor connection is not possible in a high rise apartment building. It’s not the same as a veranda or a terrace. A front porch is an invitation. It is literally the threshold between your private space and the community that surrounds you.