Life in the city is different from small towns in a couple ways. For instance, instead of mowing grassy lawns, there's just enough space to have a small commitment to green upkeep: grow a small tray of bean sprouts or water some potted plants on your windowsill. Forget washing your car. What car? Instead, we wash our small or mid-size pooches after an evening at the dog park.
And unlike big, sprawling or quaint, old timey homes, our humble abodes [read: apartments] don't have wraparound porches.
We do, however, have a little 3' x 8' cement slice of heaven: that would be our balconies.
Although most don't allow grilling, we can make our breakfast/lunch/dinner inside - or heck, get something delivered - and then proceed to consume it in our deck chairs on warm summer nights. We still say hi and greet our neighbors; they're just suspended forty feet in the air like we are.
This is where you'll find me this summer - relaxing and cooling off on my outdoor oasis, people watching and listening to the bus station . . . 395 traffic . . . it's all good.
Apartment Therapy
Are you a balcony dweller? Where will you be enjoying your summer nights?
