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It’s strange how one man’s lull is another’s noisey neighbour.

I had always lived in cities, born in Glasgow ( Scotland), raised in Edinburgh. Lived there till I was 30. Loved the sound of the streets at night, of always being streetlights and lights spilling from shops that you never truly knew what darkness was.

Then I emigrated to New Zealand.

For my first 3 months I had to live in a small town on the coast called Kaikoura and for long enough I couldn’t sleep well at night, restless …. And then it clicked, the ocean! The ebb and flow onto a shingle beach and I just couldn’t get used to it . Give me sirens and drunken people shouting into the night anytime

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I am totally with you on that, David! When we moved to the backwoods of Oregon from Minneapolis I actually had a white noise I would listen to of “city sounds” 😄It is still very lulling to me. The sound of the ocean though also puts me to sleep.

Honestly, I do t know how people live right on the beach! The sound of crashing waves would drive me crazy.

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In my childhood, every time we drove from home (Eau Claire) to the “farm” (Boyceville) and passed Menomonie, I’d sing the Muppets song, changing it to the town’s name 😂 You are welcome! https://youtu.be/8N_tupPBtWQ

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That is awesome, CB… and I know that song 😄 I went to school at UW Eau Claire in the before times

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