from the parking lot that flashed in my bedroom window at night, or the sounds of giggling girls on their way to the community swimming pool. it took me years to get used to these sounds, but now, when i visit my parent’s house, i can’t sleep because everything is too quiet.
still, i worry about the noise that comes from my house. when i can’t sleep at 2:30, i wonder about starting a load of laundry, but decide against it because i don’t want the noise to disturb my neighbors. i give in to the dogs barking at me because i’m not doing what they want me to do because 