I love living close enough to work to commute on foot. It also means that we can walk to Gladlyville's cute little downtown, which everybody appreciates. And it also means that there's student housing in the area.
For a long time warm spring evenings meant that we could hear parties in the neighborhood on weekend evenings (and nights, and sometimes in the small hours of the morning). Then the pandemic came along and there were no parties. For a while people who hosted parties could get fined. Even though the penalties have been gone for a while, there didn't seem to be a loud party season last spring. I can't say for sure when indoor parties first trickled back onto neighborhood social calendars, but I can tell you definitively that outdoor parties are making a comeback.
Last weekend I went to bed at my usual middle-aged-lady bedtime and I slept terribly for the first half of the night because there was a party in the neighborhood. "What is that NOISE?" my brain kept demanding. "It's VERY LOUD in this neighborhood. Is everything okay? WAKE UP, is everything okay?!"
There is another party happening tonight and my brain is very busy again. "Loud!" it is telling me. "Why is it so loud around here?"
I am sure I will adjust again and learn to filter out the noise. Brains are adaptable. For the moment, though, mine is not quite sure what's going on around here.
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