That Old Amazing Front Porch Couch

Somehow we ended up with a couch on our porch. I don’t have any idea where it came from, but we adored that thing. I won’t lie, it had a lot to do with the fact that it gave us a great reason to sit out on the porch and watch the boys walk to and from their classes. Not because we were creepy stalker chicks (ok, most of us weren’t—ha ha!) but because we did like to say hello to the ones we were friends with. In all fairness , it also had to do with the fact that it was just awesome to sit outside and enjoy the fresh air. We had a lot of great chat sessions out there. I remember the day I got my very first contact lenses, I came home and I was sitting on that couch, and I looked at the pine trees on the property across the street, and I was blown away by the fact that I could see individual needles on the trees. My glasses had been really old, and my contacts were a brand new prescription. I’m telling you, I felt like a new person.

Anyway. We loved our porch, and we loved our couch.

From our couch, this is the view toward campus.

And this is the view going the other way, the two story building is the boys' apartment building. There were two basement apartments, two ground floor apartments, and two upstairs apartments, plus the apartment where the landlords lived, which was in the front on the left, when facing the building.

Here you get a little view of the couch. This is not the couch I remember though, but I do remember that we had more than one over the course of my years in that house. On this particular day we were having a barbecue in the rain on a Sunday afternoon.

Alex, me, Carol. I have no idea why Alex has a clip in his hair. Because of his crazy FHE sisters, no doubt.

Here are Carol's feet on the left, my feet in the socks on the right. This was often our view as we hung out on the couch.