One big difference I’ve noticed is that the apartment is now quiet. My computer fans were a siren call to go spend time there. Now, I’m reminded of my first trip home from college. I went from a dorm where it maybe, finally, got quiet at 2 AM, to the basement of my known, loved, familiar, home.
It was quiet.
Now, I haven’t mentioned it here, but my home is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The neighbors are not terribly near, nor are they populous. So when I say it was quiet, it was quiet. It was a quiet I’d bet most people have never experienced. I could hear the air moving inside my ears.
I’ve heard some say there comes a point where you can hear your heart beat and your organs working. That’s never happened, so I suspect there is a greater level of quiet yet.
But what I’ve noticed is that I seem to rest a little easier now. There’s nothing calling for my attention. Or at least there’s one fewer thing. Or a dozen fewer things.
This year, I wish for you to experience the peace of silence.
Especially you parents of young children.