𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

35) Pantechnicon

Pantechnicon (noun) [pan-tek-ni-kon]
A furniture van; moving van.

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"Okay, and what about those chairs?" Dylan asked you as you examined the old, dusty, wooden, repaired thrice picnic chairs leaning by your balcony door.

"Uh, dispose those. They're too old. We'll get new ones," You answered. "Ma ma ma ma da da da," Your 8 month old son babbled. You placed him on your side and gave him a rattle which was in your hand. He smiled and shook it around.

"Yeah you can take that as well," Dylan said to a man as he removed the final pieces of furniture you had in your house. "Okay, we should be on our way now. Everything's packed right?" He asked you. You nodded, "We just need to keep our suitcases in the car and we're done."

Dylan walked to the suitcases and bags that were filled with clothes and other items too precious to go into a moving van.

Yes. You are moving house, from a 1 bedroom apartment in the city to a 3 bedroom villa close to the suburbs.

"Say bye-bye to the house, [y/s/n]," You said. "Ba Ba," You son tried to say, as he waved his hand around. You giggled and kissed his cheek. You're extremely attached to him.

Dylan closed the door of your empty house shut and you took the trolley bag from him. Both of you walked down to your car and placed the luggage in the trunk.

Dylan went to the moving van driver and gave him the address to your house. You placed [y/s/n] in his car seat, then sat in the passenger seat.

Your husband sat in the driver's seat and drove in front of the moving van, acting as a leader. Excitement filled your veins.

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"Here we are," Dylan said and parked in the garage. You took the last sip from your coffee and got out of the car. You took [y/s/n] out of his car seat and placed him on your side.

"Yay! We're here!" You said and your son smiled. "Yay!" He giggled. You followed Dylan, again taking the trolley bag, and walked into the house.

You had already seen it in the beginning, part of your list of potential houses, but now you were actually moving in. You were impatient to get all the furniture and set it up.

"Look [y/s/n]! Such a pretty house!" You said to your son as you entered through the main door. The house was empty and slightly dusty, but it was perfect for your small family.

You imagined how the house would look like with all the furniture, and new ones, in place as you travelled from one room to another.

Gradually, the place started to fill up with chairs, tables, shelves, toys and other items that were in boxes.

3 and a half hours later and all the furniture had moved from the moving van to your new home.

"So... how do you feel?" Dylan asked as he took off his flannel shirt, revealing a black t-shirt. "Exhausted but happy. I can't wait till everything's settled," You replied.

"Dada," Your son called out, his version of 'daddy' at this age. He reached out towards your husband, wanting to be held by him. "Eh, come here! Excited to play outside in the garden huh?" Dylan said as he played with [y/s/n]'s hand.

You sat at the porch, Dylan next to you, admiring the peace and quiet that was lacking in your life when you were in the apartment.

"Happy days ahead," Dylan said and you nodded.

Happy days indeed.