Shaken House Syndrome
Friday, November 09, 2018
I'm a woman who has always liked my peace and quiet while at home. And most of the time, I get that. I do enjoy pleasant and stimulating conversation with my family with some good laughs as well as some good music occasionally, but rowdy and out of control is not my style.
A few months ago a developer bought the 10 acres at the end of my street and is building several houses there. It began with the clearing of the trees. Every morning for about 2 weeks I would hear the old growth giants come crashing to the ground with a thunderous slam shaking the earth all around and rattling my entire house. I am a nature lover and it actually hurt my heart every time I'd hear another one crack and hit. Losing those old giants is a loss that not only has significant environmental impact, but also seems, well, irreplaceable and inexplicably sad to me. Most of those trees had been standing much longer than I have. They have provided shelter and homes for countless birds and other wildlife, not to mention clean air and a beautiful green space for us humans in the midst of a densely populated city.
So now, all the trees are gone and the land is barren and ugly. And now every morning I begin my day hearing excavators, backhoes and dump trucks scraping, digging and banging the earth for said development and nearly rattling all the mirrors off the walls of my house. Several times, I've actually thought momentarily that we may be having an earthquake as the machinery work is far enough away not to be always be heard, but it's certainly always felt. The constant shaking of my home is unsettling. And the worst part is, there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. I have shaken house syndrome. I make light of it because there's not much else I can do, but I really do despise it. Not just the shaken house for literal months on end now, but also what it will mean in the long run. More people, more cars, more traffic, more noise, more pollution, more problems. That's was several new homes at the end of your street brings.
Maybe it's time to move. Let this place go to the young and rowdy. I'll find a new quiet place.