03/31/2025
Something a little different for your timeline today.
This is a series of self-portraits I took in my grandparents' home right before it was sold. I wanted to document some final moments inside the last home they owned together, rooms I grew up in, spaces I never thought I wouldn't occupy. A house that saw our greatest triumphs and worst losses, walls that absorbed countless conversations over family dinners and floors that accommodated our bare feet, grubby from the yard. Rooms with the last paint colors my Nana ever picked, her rugs in the foyer, her collection of ceramic frogs.
Thinking about our family selling it was like thinking about cutting off my left foot - impossible. But it had to be done, keeping the house was out of the question. After describing to a friend my grief over the whole thing, she suggested I take some photos of the inside as closure.
I thought, that's perfect.
And thus, this series of images came to fruition. Looking back I wish I had taken more but I'm grateful I got the chance to save these few moments. When I look at these photos now, I see one-half ending and one-half beginning: a home emptied by one family but waiting for another.
Finding beauty in the chaos of transition is almost never easy and almost always worth it. Even in the depths of grief, there's something worth celebrating.✨
