Once I lived in a townhouse with noisey neighbors. Daily they stomped up each stair in heavy steel toed boots. We lived inside a triangle of railroad tracks, elevated electrical train tracks and a jam packed freeway. Our home was on a block with gang members, head bangers, hispanics and polka connoisseurs.
Forget opening the window if it was hot outside. Four kinds of music played all at once. I guess it beat the previous home next door to a very throaty rooster.
When we moved here we could not sleep. It was too quiet. We learned to cope.
I know someone who went through this same thing–moving away from a traffic-jammed intersection to a quiet home in a remote suburb. They said the exact same thing–it was too quiet and they couldn’t sleep for weeks. =P
We’ve gone from noisy to noisy to noisy, so I can’t imagine what that would be like.