So when I moved to New York City, the first three months were super exciting. It's stimulating, it's chaotic. Especially if you're from Iowa, like me, you kind of are walking around going like I made it. Like I'm here, I'm doing it. You can go to the museum, you go out for drinks, you can stay on all night. Like it's great. But after three months, Paige started to fall apart. She felt overwhelmed, frazzled and she wasn't sleeping well. She needed a break from the constant noise. But the noise was everywhere. If you place yourself on any street in Manhattan, there's always this underlying bush of traffic. Which if you are sensitive to sound, you'll probably pick up on pretty quickly. I always viewed that as like the underlayer, was the constant sound of traffic. Then layering on top of that are all the more startling sounds, the louder sounds. Obviously there are ambulance and police sirens. New York City is just chronically under construction. So there's always a jackhammer happening that you're walking by. There's nail guns, there's machinery. There's a lot of garbage in New York City, there's a lot of garbage trucks. So there's the rumbling garbage trucks going by. There's a lot of buses and buses have those air brakes which let off that really loud lushing sound. You'll see people's dogs always like jerking when they hear that sound because it's just very alarming. And then the closer you get to the East River or Hudson, there's factory noise. In the summer there's always the hum of air conditioners. There's exhaust fans, there's honking cars, obviously. There's music streaming out of the bars, there's people talking, people talking on speaker phone while they walk down the street. There's the subway

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