Until a couple of months ago I lived in the middle of a forest in interior Alaska. Now I live in a regular town neighborhood of row houses in Wyoming.
I used to live in ghetto-esque apartments in Mesa. Needless to say, I was quite unhappy, and the apartment felt like a dead skin I needed to shed off. I've had apartments before, and they were much better-run with a better class of neighbors. Not so the "District Flats".
Now, I live in a mobile home in a 55+ community. Much quieter. I had an encounter with someone the other day who was playing music loudly from his little golf cart 9:30 at night, but those incidents are rare.
But, to have perfect quiet... ahhhh....