One of the greatest things about our neighborhood is the summer porch parties. Every house here has the traditional Southern front porch. Last summer, we inadvertently started the tradition of a weekly traveling porch party. It’s never a prepared thing, and no one calls to invite people until Friday around 4 p.m., but one person always takes the lead to call a bunch of neighbors for a Friday or Saturday evening porch party. No two porch parties are the same, and no one is held to coming, so the crowd changes slightly every weekend. The parties are laid-back, and the only requirement of the host is to have some drinks on hand.
My last residence was in an apartment, and my husband and I always found ourselves looking for something to do on the weekends. Now, we automatically have an easy, no fuss group with whom to have some fun (and inexpensive fun, too). In a neighborhood like ours, the camaraderie is a huge bonus to helping foster positive changes, and laugh at each others’ survival stories.