
I'll confess. I have a thing for historic homes. I fully acknowledge that it would be a ton of work to renovate/maintain one, but I guess my fantasy is to live in a home with
character. A home that looks unlike anyone else's. A home that has a past, a story and a life of its own. Here are a few from Little Rock's Quapaw Quarter that evoke strong feelings of home lust in me.

What do all these homes share? A front porch.

In the South, where I grew up, all grand homes of a bygone era have front porches. Modern homes? If anything, it's more likely to be a deck or screened porch in back. When I see a front porch, I imagine drinking cold lemonade and chatting on the porch swing and saying hello to neighbors and slowing down enough to appreciate life. I know it's a lot to read into a porch, but that's what it symbolizes to me. A time where phrases like "cookie cutter" and "rat race" did not exist.
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