The city is all around me but I live in an interior part of the city where the only cars you hear are the ones from the neighbours. I always felt dissatisfied with the quiet till I visited a friend whose house is just by the highway.
Barely thirty minutes there and I knew that I couldn't possibly survive in such a place. I couldn't hear myself, literally and otherwise. I learnt to appreciate my quiet home then. I was really glad for it.
Relatable :D It always seems too quiet (until you go somewhere truly noisy), and loud places seem just fine until you find one that's quiet. Bizarre.