Spending my day in classrooms means I'm used to a certain noise level. It's not noisy all the time but it can be, especially during art class or playtime. It's a thing you get used to. When I'm on the yard at lunchtime I love the sound of children playing and laughing, it's a beautiful thing. However they also argue and fall and cry.
In the evenings I bring my son and sometimes a friend home after school. Again there is noise and shouting and that is as it should be. But sometimes I make myself a cup of tea, sit at the kitchen table and look out at the garden in total silence. I can feel the vibrations from the day leave my body. Other times I go for a walk and clear my head. I keep asking my son for 'quiet' but then I feel guilty because he's only doing what little boys do.
The rest of the day I have the radio or T.V. on and there is noise following me around the house. Living in the country means I've gotten used to quietude. Or so I think, but when I wake up early in the morning I don't like the solitude. The Dawn Chorus has stopped since a motorway was built in front of our house. I miss it. It used to be deafening and I would wonder how anyone could sleep through the cacophony of the birds. However I just turn on Chill FM or Lyric FM and they lull me back to sleep. Perhaps I don't like the Quiet as much as I thought.