Thank You For Your Submission, a blogger from Chicago moves to Park Slope and what does she do? She blogs about it:

Finally, you make it to Park Slope and
unpack the truck. Your new apartment has been left in such a filthy, depraved
condition by the previous tenant that it feels radioactive. You start
scrubbing and won’t quit for the next seven days. But before that, you
learn that your rent check–the certified check you sent via
certified mail 18 days ago for your new dump– was lost, somehow. And
the next day you wake up to find that your Uhaul’s passenger side
window was smashed by a thief. You suppose this is your
official welcome to Brooklyn.

311 gets dialed, a police report gets made. After cleaning up the glass, you and your husband return the
damaged truck. For a solid ten minutes you go toe-to-toe with a tiny
Indian man with a pompadour and jagged, sharklike teeth, screaming at
the top of your lungs that you will not pay for the damage, that
you’ve already paid $70 for the Uhaul insurance. You turn out to be
correct, and are not liable. In triumph you march out looking for
pompadour-sharktooth Uhaul man, but he has wisely made himself scarce.
You and your husband go buy a loaf of bread, beer, and a small jar of
olives and pay $18. You know your life in New York has
begun.

But things start
to improve, sort of. The rent situation
gets straightened out. Stuff gets unpacked, put on walls. Books are put
on shelves, library cards are gotten at the Park Slope Brooklyn
Public Library (which is in a historic building and is quite
beautiful). The utilities are changed, new Internet service is
ordered, Lowe’s is found. You learn where to grocery shop, get great
pizza, ok Chinese, and you find the reasonably priced beer of your
choice (Miller). You learned that if you stand on the corner of 16^th
Street and 6^th Avenue, you can see the Statue of Liberty,
way off.

That was week one.