We have the keys

David looked at me across the table -- a crowded desk with Purim labels to decorate gifts -- and rapidly signed the lease and initialed each page as instructed. I wanted pause. The internets said to ask these questions before signing, because after signing it's too late. It seemed, and I might just be reading into it, that he really wanted to get to rehearsal and that my 13 questions -- including the ones on window guards and fire extinguishers... He seemed anxious to move on with our lives and not get caught up in details. Besides the fact that the guys at the management company who'd just sort of moved into this new space were sorting through many other details as they helped us get this lease in order. My mind was saying their cacophony was a smoke screen and we should slow down the process and get into the details. Suddenly the right thing was to calm down, let go of my intense worry that something is geared to go wrong and that I can superman protect us from it, and do sign and help David go get on to rehearsal and let us move on to packing and getting ready for the move. We are leaseholders. We are moving in together in 3 weeks. We have our first home together, as married men. Yeah.