Now I live alone with my cat. No amount of music played can mimic the noise I lived in.
In most empty nesting times of life, the kids go off and the husband and wife stay in the house and adapt, together, to the lesser noise. Leave it to me to do it all discombobulated and be the one that left the nest alone.
I'm not sure I will EVER get used to the lack of noise....
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I agree that the lack of noise is the worst. In my case, I was the one that left but I truly had no idea just how quiet an apartment with just cats could truly be....even if I was the one that wanted it. I missed my kids and all their friends, the noise of the house and the traffic outside, the neighbors....even the horror of the ex.
I am sorry that you are having to adjust to this.
Yeah, Valda. The kids/the friends...we didn't live on a street with much traffic so no that...
There actually comes a time, as hard as it is to believe, when suddenly the silence is felt as peace. After five kids, I thought once the last one went out on his own, I would fall apart. And for a month or so, I did. Nine years later, I still have moments. Eventually, though, the peace came more often than the loneliness. I think it may have even made more room for me to hear God.
I think, Christine, that peace is sneaking in. I'm a month out and I find myself still and ok with that. Not every moment, not every day, but sometimes. So I am making progress, I think.
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