City Sounds I Do Not Miss
Give me quiet.
I’ve moved away from the city last year.
I used to live right in the thick of it.
I had a studio apartment in the Hollywood area of Los Angeles. Calling it an “apartment” seems too generous, as it could be best described as a large walk-in closet with a stove.
The size of the apartment isn’t the point.
It was in an area right off the freeway. It’s Los Angeles so of course there were homeless people. There was a strip of restaurants and bars just around the corner. And it was next to a scientology center, which strangely was the least weird thing I’d encounter on a daily basis.
I left the city. I left the entire west coast.
I moved to New England, but instead of living right in the city, I opted for a quiet town outside of it.
I’m not isolated in the middle of the woods or anything, although I do dream of a cabin in the mountains tucked away from the annoyances of the world (aka people).
Unfortunately, I do have to go into the city for work, and every time I do, I’m reminded how much I do not miss it.
In particular, I do not miss the sounds.
Car horns.
