I'm not going home--not really.

[grammargirl]

Probably would have been decent of me to post this before for the benefit of reves_rouges et al, but my first concern upon arriving at Haley's was to go the fuck to sleep for as many hours as possible. Five-ish hours later, I can now assure you that we landed safely at ass o'clock this morning (as in, we watched the sun rise from JFK--*shudder*) and we're about to hop in the car for a cumulative total of four hours to drive to Otsego and pick up Simon Kitty Paws from his post at Haley's mom's house. Because we are crazy.

Apparently it took nine days in NYC to really notice the absolute silence of Haley's apartment when there's no music playing. No traffic outside. No sirens or banging or car alarms or people yelling. It's kinda creepy, actually.

New York feels like home already. I can't believe I have to wait more than a year to move there.

Comments

[chronicfreetime.livejournal.com]

I like the bustle of a city. But I've never lived anywhere I couldn't hear passing traffic most of the day, and I often find it hard to concentrate without complete silence. Also, I've read that whether or not people are conscious of it, constant exposure to noise tends to increase biological markers of stress.

[grammargirl.livejournal.com]

Interesting-- complete silence tends to freak me out a little, actually. Without any sort of background noise to listen to, it's like my ears start making up imput to fill in the gap. I do much better with quiet music or a fan or something going in the background for white noise. Without even noticing it, I got so used to the constant sound of traffic and subways and people doing their thing in NY that the absence of that white noise when I got home was really jarring.

[chronicfreetime.livejournal.com]

I can tolerate soft white noise, but I have turned off fans before to help hear myself think. I always figured my distractibility was just an introvert thing.

I remember noticing, the first time I was in Manhattan, that from a high balcony or rooftop, I could *always* hear a siren. I think that might become tiresome.

I'm sure I would still rather live there than Orlando, however.