Mystic

I will write more on this when I have more time. But earlier this week I traveled to Boston for work. As a child I lived in Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Conneticut. Some of my best childhood memories were while I was in Mystic with my grandmother. It was a happy time in my life. Full of laughter and love. I've always wanted to go back. So bad. It was a big dream of mine. Well, I got that chance. Although my time in Boston would be short and I would be busy I did make it a priority to make it to Mystic and to an old house I lived in while I lived with my grandparents in Rhode Island, an old historic house that was built in the 1700's . "The Great House". It was bought three years ago by an owner of a restaurant nearby and he turned it into an oyster farm. I was dead set on walking around and feeling the same greatness that I felt 17 years ago.. So that's exactly what I did. I met an Indian who works as a fisherman and let me into the guesthouse where I would spend many nights starring out the windows as the snow kissed the flowers in my grandmothers garden. Here are some pictures of my adventure.