Apart from the last two years of my life, I haven't lived more than fifty feet from the track. The last place I lived, I was less than twenty feet. From my bedroom window, I could see what newspapers the passengers were reading. When the occasional steam train went past in summer, the bedroom would fill with diesel smoke. Heavy freight was carried twice per hour from about midnight to about 6am. Monthly renovation work was carried out at 4am Sunday morning and was very, very noisy indeed. Where I grew up, it wasn't just one line but four, two east-west and two north-south (I was at the confluence of two seperate lines).
I can't tell you how much I miss them. I always slept through the noise (given that I've known it from birth, I guess I'm trained to ignore it). They were a part of my life. I guess for you, the problem is that you moved into that world having not been used to it. Until I read your post, I didn't realise just how much I missed it.
Wow, you sound like you had it much worse than I currently do. Lol.
You guessed right about me having not been used to it. I have always lived in (moderately) quiet places. Country type places. I am more used to it now than I was when I first got here, but I think I'll like it when I finally get away too. Sorry I made you remember how much you miss it :P
I don't know. I never saw it as a bad thing. The trains were part of life. Part of my landscape as both a kid and an adult. When I was on the train itself, seeing my house from the train was always exciting. I don't know why.
I could never get used to quietness (it spooks me out) so maybe you'll never get used to noise. Luckily for me, where I live now is like a 24/7 civil riot. No trains, though. Just police helicopters. :/
IIN that I am starting to develop a serious hatred for trains?
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Apart from the last two years of my life, I haven't lived more than fifty feet from the track. The last place I lived, I was less than twenty feet. From my bedroom window, I could see what newspapers the passengers were reading. When the occasional steam train went past in summer, the bedroom would fill with diesel smoke. Heavy freight was carried twice per hour from about midnight to about 6am. Monthly renovation work was carried out at 4am Sunday morning and was very, very noisy indeed. Where I grew up, it wasn't just one line but four, two east-west and two north-south (I was at the confluence of two seperate lines).
I can't tell you how much I miss them. I always slept through the noise (given that I've known it from birth, I guess I'm trained to ignore it). They were a part of my life. I guess for you, the problem is that you moved into that world having not been used to it. Until I read your post, I didn't realise just how much I missed it.
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Wow, you sound like you had it much worse than I currently do. Lol.
You guessed right about me having not been used to it. I have always lived in (moderately) quiet places. Country type places. I am more used to it now than I was when I first got here, but I think I'll like it when I finally get away too. Sorry I made you remember how much you miss it :P
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I don't know. I never saw it as a bad thing. The trains were part of life. Part of my landscape as both a kid and an adult. When I was on the train itself, seeing my house from the train was always exciting. I don't know why.
I could never get used to quietness (it spooks me out) so maybe you'll never get used to noise. Luckily for me, where I live now is like a 24/7 civil riot. No trains, though. Just police helicopters. :/