So when I went home for the holidays my friend Kelly asked me to “please take photos of the things that we all remember, but that we’ve forgotten about”.
So here goes.

















Going home makes me nervous sometimes.














What is that about?
Is it about finding your favorite brand of chips next to the sink once you walk in, the kind you don’t buy for yourself but that you secretly love?
















Is it about noticing that you family members have aged since you’ve seen them last? (dont tell anyone I said that.)




























Its about those memories we have that aren’t clear, but are part of us, that we grew up with, and how they’ve changed, they’re not really true anymore.
How uncanny.
















There are some things that never change, right? And that I really really hope never will. things that I want to hold still for awhile.























I still really like those chips.