While I’ll certainly miss family, friends, and food, there are a number of things I won’t miss about suburban condo living. Most of them can be classified under what I call “The Sounds of Sterling.”
Even with the windows completely closed, each day brought the following menagerie of predictable sounds.
- Constant sirens and dispatch announcements emanating from Fire Station 18.
- Backup beeping from construction equipment erecting a new neighborhood across the street.
- Leaf blowers from lawn crews doing an extra thorough job.
- Insults and acquisitions flowing from nearby domestic disputes.
- Pet birds chirping in their tiny cages.
- Resident inflicted bangs and crashes that shake the walls.
- Curses and horseplay as students pass on their way to high school.
- Car horns warning someone accidentally pressed their key chain alarm button.
The sounds our new campground living quarters will bring remains to be heard. I’m preparing for early morning wake-ups by excited kids, pet dogs barking as they long to be unleashed, and the mid-afternoon generator symphony that powers neighboring air conditioner units.
Other than that, I’m hoping for nature to bring its ambient noise and drown out the activities of our fellow humans.