The Grass is Never Greener.

After all my bitching about my downstairs neighbor, she's moving out. She's moving out, and I realized tonight that I desperately want her to stay! She slams her cabinets when she's hungrily rummaging for her Costco stash, and she has some crazy bass boosted surround sound TV on which she plays movies that all sound like Platoon and Saving Private Ryan (machine gun fire, etc.) BUT she's single and she doesn't mingle. There aren't frat boys all over the place, she doesn't leave shoes, surfboards, little decrepit Weber barbeques and dead potted plants outside her door, no audible bad porn movies or people with demential screaming Jesus' name at the recycling bins outside. These are all experiences I've had within the past few years.
I actually LIKE two of the three other tenants in our building, and even Jamie Downstairs is tolerable. Finally, I'm in a good situation. And now she's posted an ad to sublet her apartment. Woe is me. DD says to cheer up, because someone single, small and quiet might move in yet, but I'm feeling rather pessimistic.