It's 1am... Do you know where your keys are?

I'm feeling a bit dumb right now. There are a few possible reasons for this:
1. I may in fact be quite dumb.
2. I accidentally scheduled my move out activities around Thanksgiving. If I want any holiday, I'll have to have everything out by the end of tomor- today I guess it is.
3. I dropped my house keys down the elevator shaft at about midnight. All of them. For both my homes. With three people watching curiously as my cheek was pressed to the floor in the basement, I managed to retrieve them through the judicious use of precision eight-foot-coat-hanger-fishing skills. There was great celebration by all involved (for their part mostly because they were waiting to use the elevator methinks). So as I move out, I found myself in a situation that closely rivaled the time I got trapped in my bedroom soon after moving in.

There have been some good memories and there have been some unpleasant moments. But as I sat on my balcony overlooking the nighttime skyline downtown for what will have been the last time from this location, I couldn't help but reflect upon them. My first place in the real world - done and gone. Where do three years go?