I cannot even my imagine living out my Summers without our front porch. Even though an incessant stream of cars, trucks, over-sized utility vehicles, and big rigs at about 45 mph noisily fill my view and my ears. In the morning, and often while making dinner; when part of dinner preparation needs to cook or boil for several minutes, I slip out.
We have a lovely, much more private and quiet back deck. This deck faces the back yard, obviously. Our back yard is the "kid zone". Never picked up. Spilling over with crazy, yelling, and demanding ~that ~Mommy~ and~Daddy~ push~ them~ on ~the~ swing, four daughters.
On especially long and tiring days, loud traffic suddenly does not seem all that bad. And we sneak out to the front porch.
And yes, we lock the front door behind us. (but they always find us)