Too Good to be True?

The noisy guy upstairs (not-so-affectionately known as "Dorm Room Guy" in our house because the constant noise from his apartment makes it feel like we're living in a college dorm again) has been noisily carrying things downstairs and loading them into a moving truck. He didn't start until about 7 p.m., and he only moved in a month after we did, so we are trying not to get our hopes up, but the pile of things on the sidewalk and in the truck is steadily growing. Are we really so lucky? Is Dorm Room Guy taking his loud music and midnight hammering and loud alarm clock that goes off every 10 minutes for at least an hour each and every morning with him?