It was really scary.
We signed I don't even know how many papers and I squeezed his hand so hard I actually made it bleed. Luckily, I am also the type to always have bandages in my purse (though primarily because I'm allergic to regular plastic Band-Aids).
Then we went to drive to the building to get the keys, and we got into a car accident.
Thankfully a minor one (someone rear-ended us when we were stopped and waiting on the BQE onramp).
We got the keys (after a fair bit of having to chase the super down -- I never found him, but his son appeared and he was able to get the keys for me) and I've been told that it's OK to move a few things in before the first, so I plan to head over tomorrow with (Kosher) food from the kitchen and a milk crate full of houseplants. It's another fourth floor walkup, so I'm trying to spread out the trips up the stairs.
I also bought myself a present: A subscription to New York Magazine. I know everyone says Time Out New York is the shiznit, but I always seem to like New York more. The good news is I found it online for $29.95 (one site had it listed for $161.50, which I blanched at). The bad news is that the mailbox at the new building doesn't shut right, so I expect to have lots of issues stolen. I'll mention it to the super.
I'll make a locked post with my new address shortly.
Also, today would have been Bob Hemelrick's 39th birthday. Happy birthday, Bob.