As the rain softly falls on the church building outside my window, and out in the distance a plane lands, my ears ring. Both because of years of loud music and podcasts streamed directly into my ears, but also because, this room is quiet. No netflix, not radio blaring downstairs to get over the old ladies deafness. Just soft rain, plane and typing.
I have lived by myself in the centre of a European capital city for the last 8 months, and sitting in silence has continually haunted me. I leave the tv on. I go to sleep to a podcast. I host couch surfers and have games nights, and go out with friends, because sitting quietly alone in my flat is like torture.
But this rain is nice.