I have been thinking about what it feels like to exhale. Not just a deep breath. The real kind. The kind where your shoulders actually drop and the noise of the day just goes somewhere else.
There is a porch on Highway 185 that does that. It faces west, which sounds like a small detail until you are sitting on it at seven in the evening watching the sky change over the Franklin County hills. Then it feels like the entire point. I think about the kind of person who is meant for a place like this. Someone who has been looking. Maybe not even fully knowing what they are looking for. But they will know it the moment they pull down that gravel drive.
There is a pond out back. There is a fenced yard. There are three acres of quiet that are entirely, privately yours. You could walk the property Saturday mornings and not answer a single notification. You could host your people in a backyard that feels like yours in the deepest sense. You could let the dog run. Let the kids run. Let yourself run a little slower, for once.
The house itself is a 1978 1.5-story that is livable today and full of potential for whoever is ready to make it something personal. Decorative brick fireplace. Eat-in kitchen with a window that looks right out over the water. Three bedrooms. A fourth room that could be an office or a reading room or whatever you need it to be. New roof, newer siding, new appliances. The seller did the hard part. The rest is a canvas. New Haven is close. Union is close. Washington is close. But out here on Highway 185, close is relative. Because once you are home, the rest of the world goes quiet.
That is the thing about a porch that faces west. It teaches you to stop. Every single evening, it gives you a reason to just sit down and watch. I think we could all use more of that. 🤍
If this sounds like your kind of place, Jacob would love to show it to you. 636-234-5838 or jacobstallmann.com.