Wow. Yikes. Crazy. Real mature.
In 10 years we've had four mailing addresses and lived in two states.
We've lived on the fifth floor and parked on the street - wherever we could find a spot and always hoping to remember street cleaning days so that our car wasn't towed. (But, unfortunately, it still was... a couple of times.)
We've lived on the thirtieth floor and graduated to a parking garage - where we had to pay a mighty-high premium for it and still had to unload groceries and such with the doorman before actually parking.
We've owned a two-flat, living on top and renting out the bottom, with a two-car garage - which backed up to an oh-so-scary ally but the parking was reliable so it was considered luxury.
We now live in suburbia and drive past a cow pasture to get into our development - and our garage is full of Grady's business equipment so I park in the driveway.
Why all the discussion about parking? I'm not really sure, other than to say that this seemingly normal, everyday thing has been a big deal in our 10 years together.