The cabin house
" Are we there yet?"
"It hasn't even been twenty minutes since you last asked Olivier, and the answer is still the same, we are not there yet," Jason gave him a sarcastic reply, eyes still trained on the road.
It has been exactly two hours since we picked up the others and left Mayweather on our way to the cabin house. Jason was driving with Oliver on the passenger seat playing songs that are too fast to even understand, while the rest of us were piled out in the back of the Noah of Oliver's father that he lent us.
Antony came in late last night while we were binge watching The Vampire diaries and was too exhausted to tell us what he found out about me, and when morning came he gave me an early Christmas gift- a phone, that currently Joyce a brunette that Oliver came with was helping me navigate.
"So you just found yourself at the Miller's door without knowledge about the past?" She asked as she helped me set up Instagram on my phone.
"Seems so," i replied vaguely then added "who are you to Oliver?" I asked.
"What do you think i am to him?" She asked before adding," or do you like him?"
"No!" i exclaimed a little to quickly making her laugh.
"Am Oliver's little cousin. We usually have a family gathering every Christmas but when i heard he won't be attending i just couldn't spend the holidays with the parents alone" she replied after she ceased laughing.
"We are here," Jason announced right before Oliver could ask if we had arrived again.
Quickly planting my face on the window, i tried to take in our surroundings. It was a little town with small shops around and fewer people moving about unlike in Mayweather. As we rolled past the town i knew i wanted to came back and go into the little shops and see what they had to offer.
The car came to a standstill and we all piled out of the car. As we approached the cabin, my eyes are immediately drawn to the massive log structure, looming large against the backdrop of the snowy woods. The cabin sits atop a gentle hill, surrounded by a blanket of freshly fallen snow that sparkles in the evening sun's light.
The cabin's exterior is a mix of natural stone and dark, richly colored wood, giving it a rustic charm that instantly evokes a sense of warmth and comfort. The roof, steeply pitched, is blanketed in snow, and two large chimneys jut out from each side of the structure.
The front of the cabin is marked by a grand, wraparound porch that extends to either side of the structure. The porch, which is lined with snow-dusted rocking chairs, offers stunning views of the surrounding woods and snowy landscape.
A large wooden door, framed by decorative wrought iron, leads into the cabin, and a wreath of evergreen branches and red berries hangs from the lintel above. Icicles dangle from the eves, and a flurry of snowflakes dances through the air, adding a magical touch to the scene.
"C'mon in'" Jason said pulling me along to the house after doing a double take of the structure in front of me.
As we enter the cabin, i am immediately enveloped in a rich, cozy atmosphere. The warmth from the massive stone fireplace fills the room, chasing away the chill of the winter air.
The ceiling, vaulted and exposed, reveals the wooden beams and sturdy construction of the cabin. The walls are lined with bookshelves, stacked with an eclectic mix of tomes and souvenirs from the family's adventures.
A large, weathered wood dining table dominates the center of the room, surrounded by mismatched chairs..
Beyond the dining area, the kitchen is a study in country chic. The countertops are a warm, honey-colored wood, accented by a white, tiled backsplash and gleaming copper pots and pans. A farmhouse sink sits below a large picture window, offering a picturesque view of the snowy woods.
Beyond the kitchen, the cabin opens up to reveal a large living area, filled with plush couches and armchairs that beckon for lazy afternoons by the fire. A collection of quirky knick-knacks and vintage lamps give the space a homey, lived-in feel.
Running my fingertips on the surface i couldn't but exclaim,
"Wow"
"I know right. This used to be our grandpa's and he left it to us after he died," Jason said smiling, proud that he got the desired reaction out of me.
"Your grandpa must surely have had taste," i said still looking around.
"Yeah. Pretty sure all rooms are gone by now. Guess you and i will be roommates," he said leading me upstairs to the only room remaining.
As we enter the room, i am immediately struck by the expansive view of the snow-capped mountains that stretch out before you. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the breathtaking scenery, bringing the rugged, wintery landscape right into the room.
The room itself is filled with warm, earthy tones and natural materials, like the exposed beams of the ceiling, the rustic stone fireplace, and the handcrafted furniture. A soft rug covers the hardwood floor, adding a touch of coziness to the space.The focal point of the room is the enormous, overstuffed bed that sits in front of the roaring fireplace. Fluffy, knitted blankets are draped across the bed, inviting you to curl up and enjoy the warmth of the flames.
Next to the bed is a bookshelf filled with classic novels and a collection of old board games. A well-worn leather armchair sits nearby, a reading lamp casting a soft light over the pages of the novel perched on the armrest.
The room is quiet, but not silent.
Just by the looks of the room i could tell it was used by his grandfather when he was alive.
"Mason and i are gonna pick firewood to warm the house before it gets dark," he said typing away on his phone before leaving.
Following behind him i went to help the others bring in the luggages.
After getting the fire lit and all the luggages inside, we spend the Christmas eve playing uno and the guys narrating to me how they spent their previous Christmas holidays.
Going to bed i slept with the imagination of how my first Christmas with people was going to be.