Am I getting old?
I ask, because the more I think about it, the more the idea of living somewhere out in the country, somewhere away from everything, or at least most things, is starting to sound like a good idea. You see, I am just so done never knowing when the apartment complex next to mine is going to send out their maintenance men with leaf-blowers. I am tired of all the random construction taking place on my building, or one nearby. I am sick of all the loud delivery trucks that bang up the street behind my apartment while I try to study for class. And I am tired of having to shut my patio door because the guy at the apartment building across from mine insists on constantly playing (if that’s what you want to call it) his guitar outside on his deck.
I’m starting to need some….peace and quiet. There. I said it. I don’t want my thoughts to have to compete with so much noise anymore.