The imaginary little shoulder devil was right...
In case you read last night's post and are wondering how getting to sleep went... The imaginary little shoulder devil was right. I heard music almost as soon as I'd written the words. The music dulled the voices a little though, so it was more like a blessing in disguise, thankfully.
After being unable to sleep last night because the noise from next-door was bugging me, I decided I would try to 'write away' my frustration while listening to some soothing music. It worked, which I'm quite happy about. I usually enjoy being awake in the evening or at night when it's quiet and there are no noises to remind me of how many people live in The Netherlands and how crowded it can feel here. I like city life, people and living in the middle of Europe, however after almost ten years in New Zealand I've grown to appreciate peace and quiet as well.
I don't mind having neighbours as most of them are friendly and living in a building full of people makes me feel quite safe. I do however mind being kept awake by rude and inconsiderate grown-ups acting like teenagers whose parents went away for the weekend and left them home alone for the very first time. I finally went to bed at a quarter to one last night. I couldn't find my trusty earplugs which means I tossed and turned for hours listening to people talking, music and banging doors. The last time I saw the clock it was around 3 AM. My alarm was still set for 8 in the morning. I slept a little longer than planned to compensate for the sleepless night, then set out to find my earplugs. Something tells me I'll need to be able to find them again soon.
