Moving in felt like a breath of fresh air. As you stepped through the door, the scent of paint and wood filling your nose, you took in the new space before you. Peter followed closely behind, a broad grin on his face, clearly excited about the change. It was a modest little apartment in Chinatown. Two bedrooms and one bathroom. But it was cheap enough for you and Peter to keep up with the rent.

"Can you believe we actually did it?" He dropped the box he was carrying onto the living room floor with a small thud. "I mean, look at this place! It's like a blank canvas waiting for us to fill it in."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, his excitement palpable. "And some of our favorite places are just around the corner. Dim sum for breakfast? Yes, please!” He began to unpack the box, revealing a jumble of kitchen supplies and snacks.