For eleven years, I lived in apartments. Noisy, tenant-filled apartment buildings. Television, music, and parties kept me up. I used all sorts of tricks to help me sleep at night. I bought a white noise maker with several sounds from nature, such as waterfalls and waves washing up on shore. I soon detected how these recorded sounds repeated over and over again, so instead of soothing me to sleep the recordings drove me crazy as I listened to the same pattern of rain drops on the window sill. I tried turning on a fan, but that constant whir kept me awake instead of lulling me to sleep. I finally settled on some new age music. My CD player had a timer and so I could go to sleep listening to music.
Then I got married and moved into my new husband’s condo. Now we had noise from the strip mall alley below us and light from the parking lot and busy street in front of the mall. Ed didn’t have curtains or blinds in his third story bedroom, so I got used to the noise and the light.
I still remember the first night we slept in our new suburban house. It was dark and very quiet at night. It was perfect.
Even now, almost 10 years later, when I crawl into bed I am grateful for the dark and quiet that lulls me to sleep every night…the sleep I get after I creep down the stairs to write down my thoughts on my blog.