One of my favorite things to do when it first starts feeling like fall is to get in my car, go through a Starbucks and grab a drink (i.e. Salted Caramel Mocha/Hot Chocolate, Caramel Apple Spice, Pumpkin Spice Latte), and then just drive. I love driving in the middle of nowhere at night. Driving is like free therapy for me. With the right playlist I do some of my best thinking, talking and listening there. I've been using it for about six and a half years now. I met some of my best friends through those drives too. Por ejemplo, Taylor, Coldplay, Angel and Airwaves, Death Cab, etc. My whole world can be chaos, but when I get in my car to go on a drive I leave everything behind. My world gets quiet and calm. I love it. The only unfortunate thing about going on drives like these is sometimes you go so far you end up wasting a shit ton of gas. Now-a-days that does not make it free therapy. Instead that makes it almost as expensive as going to see a professional!
As a result of the rise in gas prices and my lack of funding for said gas I have had to come up with another solution. Front Porching. Yes, I just made front porch into a verb. It's the act of sitting on your front porch, if you hadn't caught on yet. Here lately with the weather being as perfect as it has been I've turned into Stoop Kid from Hey Arnold!, I hope at least one person remembers that episode. "Hot off the press! Stoop Kid leaves the stoop!!" Such a fantastic show.
As a result of this act I have discovered many things about our beloved Loren street and surrounding neighborhood. The number one thing I've discovered, just how much I like our neighbors. I came home from work one day and changed into my sweats and came out to front porch, and our neighbors decided to play with their frisbee. After about an hour/hour and a half of playing they accidentally threw it on to my roof. Which, if you don't know, our neighbors are hot, and my roommate and I have been searching for an excuse to talk to them since they moved in. So, you can imagine when I saw the frisbee land on our roof my immediate thought was, "Jackpot!" They came to look at it, and they asked if it happened to blow off to let them know. Status update...the frisbee is still on our roof and the only talking I've done to our neighbors is the occasional wave, hello, or weather chat. Fail.
The second best thing that has happened from front porching is the development of my friendship with the dog across the street. He barks and I bark back. It's the best. Except for the day that the owners came out and caught me barking at their dog. That was a little awkward and there for sure was no excuse. They liked it though. They told me he gets lonely sometimes so it's nice of me to talk to him on occasion. Status update...our friendship is flourishing. I had a good bark with him today even!
Basically what I'm saying is I love Starbucks drinks, long drives, fall nights and front porches, at least in my neighborhood!
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