I made my way out to one of my favorite places in the world this weekend. It's an abandoned fishing house and dock out in Poquoson, VA. A wonderful place where life just paused and never again pressed play. Theres a a few boats tied up that have been long forgotten, thousands of oyster shells lining the road, and an white brick building that's slowly sinking into the Chesapeake bay. It's quiet. I could spend hours out there and I have.
We all have these awesome little hide aways that we think are our own. It's funny, they never were. Just a place someone before you discovered and forgot about. We were just the next in line to find them.
Where's your hidden paradise? Where's your get away?