On life, loneliness, and privacy fences

90HI don’t know when it happened, or even how it happened, but at some point, we started doing life wrong.

I say we because I’m just as guilty of it as you are.

Growing up, I remember spending hours upon hours on my back porch sitting around talking. Sometimes it would only be my parents there with me. Other times someone would stop by for two seconds and end up staying two hours. We had unplanned cookouts with neighbors that started when they were sitting on their back porch while we were sitting on ours. We figured it’d be more fun if we combined porches.

Maybe it was the difference in a small town and the suburbs, but whatever it was, it was definitely better.

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