In the past, many friends who lived on the outskirts of San Miguel would talk about how quiet it was where they lived. I had sort of a ho-hum attitude about that because I thought where I lived was extremely quiet.
Well, it used to be, before they started the construction of the Aqua Hotel using jackhammers, bulldozers and other assorted noise making equipment. Add to that the new street, called Cuahtemoc, which used to be a dirt walking path. It abuts the bedroom wall of my now "previous" home. The point is, it came in increments along with the new pavilion and the fact that someone discovered that sending off the fireworks from right behind the house caused an echo effect. The worst, literally, in eighteen years, was my last night in the house before the movers came at O-dark-thirty the next morning. Every thirty minutes, starting at 9:30PM to the point that at about 3:30AM, I opened the door and yelled "Alto". Never had I done such a thing before. It was a waste of breath as in about five more minutes more went off and shook the house.
Reluctantly I moved to the outskirts, truly. I was not sure what to expect but what I did not expect was the absolute silence, with the exception of birds during the day, that I have experienced in the almost three weeks that I have been here. The first night I could not sleep. It was SO quiet. All I could hear was the refrigerator going on and off on the other side of the house in the kitchen!
It is an unexpected gift. A welcome one that I did not even know I wanted or needed.
Not only about that, but about the house itself. It has twelve foot ceilings which give a "loft" feel to the space. Huge floor to ceiling windows in each room which gives spectacular views of the yard, the trees and the wildlife. No, the wildlife does not include the resident skunk from before or the coatamundi or the feral cats. But, I'm happy to report a squirrel or two, doves galore, hummingbirds flitting everywhere and other birds that I have not yet identified. Oh yes, and egrets were dancing on the skylights the other night. No way I could imagine what the sound was, until I looked up in surprise.
The neighbor who lives on the second floor is a delight. So quiet and thoughtful. He's a computer geek, his expression, not mine. I forget he is up there because he makes not a sound, at all.
Can you sense my joy, in every word? It is because I was so worried that I might be making a mistake. I can categorically tell you, it is all good, no mistake.
The inside is just about ready to photograph. Art is being hung tomorrow evening. Something I can no longer do - climbing on a ladder, darn. I'll share photos when it is ready.
Thanks to all of you who wrote to me during my angst and exhaustion of the marathon move. It did help temendously. Thankfully that is over and now we can go on to more fun adventures and posts on more interesting topics.