Not that dramatic, but I think about how well it worked out sometimes. As a college student I had been in my apartment for a year and hated it, so I was searching for another one to move into. I had seen a lot of apartments in various locations but didn't really like any of them. Finally I decided on one that was really close to my current apartment (and quite far from where I worked). It was just sort of eh, whatever, but honestly I was tired of looking and figured it would be good enough for a year. I walked into the landlord's office, literally check in hand prepared to sign the lease, and they looked the apartment up and told me there had been a mistake, that the current tenant was staying on. They had messed up and not marked it off the list or something.
So instead I ended up signing a lease for an apartment in a building that was still under construction--a somewhat risky proposition that I hadn't been prepared to consider before, as there were all these horror stories of students being left homeless when the building wasn't ready on time. I have lived here for about eight years now and have few if any real complaints (mostly stuff like it being too small, which is never going to change), and no intention of moving unless I have some major life change. There are so many great things about my apartment in terms of amenities and security, and it's only three blocks from work, which is great for me as I don't have a car.
The other thing this thread made me think of were two trips I've taken with/to see friends, to two different major cities. While they were happening, the trips were somewhat stressful and awkward, partially because my friends were determined to see an exhausting list of sights. However, when I got home, I was glad to say I had done them and been to all those places.