One day, I will not be a 31-year-old woman, living in a 250 square foot apartment, with no heater, no real air conditioning, and with a fridge that makes funny noises every time I close it.  I won't have to park half a mile away from my place, because I have no parking.  And I won't have to wash my dishes in the bathroom sink (which is, arguably, only 3 feet away from the kitchen sink that does not really work).

But we all know that, secretly, I will miss all this.

It will probably be better in retrospect, anyway.