When I visited my home after moving into my apartment for the first time, I couldn’t help but notice how empty the house felt. My family lived in a three-generation household, including my grandparents, my parents, my sister, and myself. Our lives had inextricably weaved together, the house making room for each of us. Now that my sister and I have gone, her graduating college and living on her own, and with me moved away to college, the spaces carved out for us were left empty. My room’s walls are now stripped of its posters and the piano sits unplayed. Two chairs left empty each dinner we’re not there. I felt a sense of sorrow for the past realizing I had taken my time with them for granted. Through this series, I wanted to document the house I grew up in, now missing of a generation and the liveliness that once occupied the space.