The street I grew up on in Chicago is a far cry from the street I live on now in North Carolina. For one, in Chicago, I grew up in an urban neighborhood, the street lined with apartment buildings. Here, I live in a house in a subdivision in a partly rural large-ish town/smallish city. The whole area is nothing but houses. No apartment buildings around for at least a mile, and even then, those apartment buildings are nothing like the ones I grew up in as a kid. There’s hardly any noise here, either. Just the occasional dog barking or ambulance siren (There are two nursing homes and a retirement community nearby.), but that’s it. When we first left Chicago and moved to Georgia, I had a hard time sleeping because I was accustomed to the city noise, and the quiet that descended on our neighborhood unnerved me. Now, I’m used to that quiet, so if I moved back to Chicago or to any other urban area, I’d probably have a hard time falling asleep to start with because it would be too noisy.