Guys, I want a porch. I don't exactly know why I have this love for them, though it's maybe a combination of the house I grew up in and the screened porches at Kanuga, but I want a porch. I'm looking at all these houses, and considering where my studio space goes, and closets, and kitchens (why do so many kitchens suck so much? Who puts the stove on the far opposite side of the kitchen from the main countertop and sink? WHY?) and all that, and I still just want a porch. I want a porch swing where I can sit with a date when I'm not ready to invite him/her in, but don't want the date to end. I want muggy evenings with cold lemonade and a book, and the window open so the cats can smell the outside. I want to watch thunderstorms under cover, but to get hit with raindrops when the wind blows hard enough. I want to have to sweep the inch-thick layer of pollen off in the spring so I can sit out there with a drink before dinner. I just... I want my porch.