“Alright, here we are! Oh gosh I’m so excited. Nervous, but excited too.”
“Just look at it, Twi. It still feels like a dream, like we’re going to wake up any second now.”
“Okay, fair point, ha ha. If we really are dreaming of signing stacks of papers until our wrists hurt, then this may be a nightmare instead.”
“Ah, there’s Pitch Perfect’s car now. Alright, let me get my phone and this folder of stuff. Can you get the backpack out of the trunk?”
“Ready, Twi? Let’s do this.”
“Oof. I think I tweaked my back a bit back there. Yeesh.”
“Yeah yeah, you were right. But there was no way I wasn’t carrying you through the front door of our first new home.”
“Heh. Good thing we haven’t totally slacked off of going to the gym then. Otherwise we’d be calling for a medic right now.”
“Still… ah. That new house smell. Amazing, isn’t it? No outdated fixtures, no ugly wallpapers to remove or carpet to re-stretch. All fresh and new, and all for us.
Seriously, just think of how far we’ve come. We started out with one worn out car, a small apartment, and barely any money between us. Now we’ve got a brand new garage to park two cars, and successful and secure careers for us both to make it work. It may have taken us over twenty years to get here, but it’s worth it.”
“Exactly. And we did it together. Now if we can just get more than these two folding chairs in here, it’ll feel a bit more like home.”
“Pfft. I don’t think we can downsize that much, Twi. Besides, I’m pretty sure your folks would have a stroke if you didn’t keep your childhood books.”
“Hey, I’d have left them in their attic back in Canterlot, but I’m not setting myself up for that debate. But we’ve got room now, so it’ll be alright.”
“Yes, time for a toast indeed. Let me check on that bottle in the fridge…
"I just can’t get over this thing. It’s so quiet! And all these adjustable shelves too? Even Luna would be impressed with the storage tricks this thing has.
"Anyway, cava! And perfectly chilled already too! You got those glasses out?”
“Perfect. I'll pour, you hold.”
“Here’s to us. To our new home, and to yet another new chapter.”
“Cheers!”
“Ahh… love this stuff. So good. Hmm? What, Twi?”
“O-Oh… I see. Well then, in that case, I only have one question...
"Which room do we christen first?”