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Featuring photos of everything from the water damaged back of my garage and the fence that was torn down during the wind storm to the pile of sticks and other debris that the city didn't bother taking care of after they cut down all the trees that were 'blocking the power lines'.
Anyone who has been to my house knows it's pretty chaotic and the longer you're there the more you notice and my yard is no different. Regardless though that house and it's yard has held generations of my family since it was built. No matter how much I hate that my room has only one outlet of course on the only wall that fits the bed, or the fact that turning the dryer on shuts down the PS4, it's where I grew up, it's where my mom did, as well as my grandfather and back further than that. So I'll take history and sentimental value over a house that has a yard that doesn't have random grave stones for cats that died thirty years ago.