Louboutin to Ariat

~ Bonus Chapter 1 ~

Time slowly ticks by as the plane flies closer and closer to New York.

Winter break is finally in full swing and I couldn't be more excited.

After spending Christmas with my Dad's family down and Cash's family, it was time to visit my mom's family in New York.

Excitement coursed through my veins as the plane flew closer and closer to my favorite during this time of year.

Thankfully I'm not the only one who is excited. Cash hasn't stopped looking out the window since we settled in the air and he didn't stop until we touched down in New York.

Snow gently falls to the ground as we leave the plane.

"Wow." Cash looks around as we walk to the car.

I smile at him and just simply nod.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Soon, we are on our way to the city and Cash hasn't moved his gaze from the window.

Sliding next to him, I gaze out the window, trying to see what he is seeing.

The sidewalks are packed with people not even fazed by the cold. The massive buildings that hardly let you see the sky. The rows of never ending cars and among all that, the falling snow.

Eventually, the modern sky scrappers fade into old, brick buildings and I sit up.

Not long after, Dad pulls the car into a parking garage.

Smiling, I slide out of the car after Cash.

Pulling my beanie lower on my head, we follow my parents out of the garage and onto the street.

Pausing, I point to the building directly across the street, "That's where we're going to stay."

I watch Cash look at the building and tilt his head, "That's not really what I imagined your house to look like."

Biting my lip, I hold back a laugh, knowing he must have imagined something very different based on the house we have in Georgia.

"This isn't our house," I explain, "Well it is but it isn't where we lived before the move. We sold that one. My mom's parents gifted this house to them when they first got married."

Cash looks back at the small, tan brick building and gives a low whistle, "What a wedding present."

Smiling, I nod, "Let's go inside before I freeze."

Grabbing my hand, Cash leads me across the street and into the house.

Walking in, I take a deep breath and smile.

When we lived in New York we almost never spent time here but after the move to Georgia, coming back here feels like home.

Maybe it's the brick walls and industrial look, or the exposed wooden beams, or the concrete accents and wood trim to match the ceiling.

Whatever it is, I feel at home.

"This is not what I expected." Cash slips off his jacket and turns in a circle. His eyes wander up and he looks directly at the ceiling of the second floor which is visible through the an open ceiling area first floor.

"When my grandparents gave it to my parents, it was already in this style. My parents were just too lazy to change it. But honestly, I think they liked it and just didn't want to change it."

"Either way, I really like it."

I show him the bedroom where he will be staying and then lead him up a flight of stairs to the main floor of the house where the kitchen, dining room and living room are. They are laid out in a studio, open layout style.