Some things are bittersweet. The day we took these photos, I stepped into my childhood home for the last time, and what once felt so big now seemed so small. This house was the backdrop to my happiest memories, spent with my brother and cousins. It was the Saturday morning cartoons, family gatherings and plenty of birthday celebrations, sharing a bedroom with my brother, spending afternoons in the garage attic as if it was a clubhouse, learning to ride a bike, spilling everything and anything on the carpet, drawing on the walls because ART, measuring our height and etching it into the doorway, and doing everything fun that would of course get us in trouble. As a child, the good times always seem to glow the brightest, and those are the memories that will stay with me. Though I leave this place, it will never truly leave me. As an adult, I find myself burdened by countless worries, but some things are meant to remain sweet. Lots of love from the 4 J.Lee’s🤍