I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My boot covered feet stomp up the porch steps of the cabin. This morning I was across the state six hours away from Liston Hills picking up Aaron, my eldest stepbrother, David’s five-year old son. My destination was a one-way ride to New York and then another to Washington the next morning. Diamond was in the crappiest mood since I had to inform my genius and half-crazy friend that we were staying with David for the night. Plus, let's not forget that I had a paper due on Monday and a block design that was still half way through. Whoever says architecture is easy let me know so I can kick their a*s, after I bribe them to finish my assignments. I was in the helicopter with an antsy Aaron, because he hates sitting still, and chatty best friend wh
