I live directly north of the airport so I shouldn't complain. I haven't noticed this reality, however, until I think the local airlines have shifted their runways and now all flights are landing over my head. A few times in the last week, I've actually walked outside because I thought a plane was going to crash in the field behind my house - the noise was that loud. No crash, though (not even ashes from Icelandic volcanoes). Nope. I have engines running in my ears because this is the karma of living near an aviation field. Like the train tracks of St. Mathews that used to buzz choos choos during my sleep, now I will adjust to 747s and their ear harmonicas. Oif.
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