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Dreamed that I was back in my old home, the one I grew up in, and I was scheduled to die the next day. I didn't want to.
Now I'm awake in a hotel and it's killing cold outside. I'm tired but the person in the room above me is walking around.
One of the things that makes me bad at cities is how much trouble I have with people-sounds from the ceiling.
Now I'm awake in a hotel and it's killing cold outside. I'm tired but the person in the room above me is walking around.
One of the things that makes me bad at cities is how much trouble I have with people-sounds from the ceiling.
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Date: 2022-11-14 07:04 pm (UTC)Before I gave up on the city I had thoughts of lining a room with styrofoam and putting a fountain (for white noise) in it.
I wish you many years of absentee upstairs neighbours.
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Date: 2022-11-15 12:17 am (UTC)It's the heavy feet, drumming and, in particular, the literal screaming (small, often excited child, sure, but also two adults fighting really horribly) that are doing it.
But I know hearing our old neighbour's music coming through the shared wall didn't do my girl any favours either.
Fully Detached with my various other loved ones nearby SVP!
But, in the mean time, I'll take a sudden urge to backpack across Canada, or do a nation-wide band tour, or something to get (in particular) That Guy out of our ceiling.
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Date: 2022-11-15 08:25 pm (UTC)The bass got much more manageable when I realized they wouldn't do it every weekend. Throwing a firework into the dry field next door in August was a one-off occurrence too. I haven't moved because of them yet.
I wish That Guy so much success in drumming in Europe.