|Our flat in Mayfair|
Yet it isn't home. When we moved here, Lance's barber said he used to live on Hertford Street (our street), but he moved because it was too noisy. After not sleeping well for the first year, we learned he was right: being in the middle of urban London means we are also in the middle of the constant noise of diesel engines and beeps from taxis avoiding Hyde Park Corner, the Hilton's garbage bin-emptying in the early morning, and a bit of proper hedonism with clubs, casinos, and brothels to boot all within one-two blocks.
Psychologists say that humans will adjust to just about anything - horrific car accidents, life-altering injuries, even major losses in one's family. Their happiness levels will return to normal. Yet noise is the one thing that a body never quite adjusts to. Yes, I have been able to sleep for the past six months. But the constant rub on my soul has had its impact. I need some peace and quiet.
p.s. anyone looking to rent out this flat for the next three weeks while our contract finishes out?