Week 12: History. This is the place that holds my history. I was blessed enough to live in the same house (up until I left for college), and that when I visit home, I sleep in the same room I slept in when I was a baby. This house holds my memories, good and bad. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
For edits, I just made it look “gritty” so the picture showed more age. I made the border darker so the focus was on the house, even with it being off centered.