we’ve been living here for a week.
Phew, and last night it was really loud. Opening the window was out of the question
The "really loud" won’t be like a brass band playing under your room.
Because that is "really loud."
I suppose it’s quite "different than before," and that’s just normal.
Have you ever measured the decibels with your phone? Maybe for us? Maybe just to get a rational number?!
With others, there are also before/after differences: suddenly there’s a pitch-black kitchen, a hallway that’s far too narrow, a bedroom that’s too bright, technology next to the bed that seems too loud, a pantry that’s too warm or a bathroom that’s too cold, a children’s room that’s way too small and floor tiles in the living room that are too rough and hard, not to mention the view the neighbors have into the garden — and none of it works. Not at all, if you understand.
And yet, life goes on: kids go to school and you yourself have to go to work. Life continues, focus shifts to what’s essential, priorities shift and get adjusted.
The pitch-black kitchen isn’t that dark during the day, only darker in the morning; curtains are bought for the bedroom (finally some fabric on the walls again), the noise from the technology becomes relative next to the snoring husband, a radiator is considered for the bathroom, the pantry is annoying and then not used for fruit (it doesn’t matter to the preserves and appliances), and about the neighbors: things have really settled nicely with them. The kids find each other and play together. The adults deal with the window into the yard respectfully.