Will it be the exclusive I-35 address?
The elephant family that lived upstairs?
The single dumpster for a huge apartment complex?
The daily roach sightings?
The ample closet space?
The home office conveniently located in the gracious master suite?
The way there was a place for everything and everything in its place?
The lack of parking spaces because most tenants were seriously parking skills impaired?
No, I think I will miss the gecko who lived in this vent the most of all.
Goodbye little buddy.