Peace and Quiet

Something that really bothered me when I moved to Small Town the first time* was how quiet it is. For someone who was raised in LA County and Big City, quiet is NOT something I'm used to. Relaxation could have been a word in a foreign language for all I knew.
True story: after the bar exam I started having panic attacks when things were too calm and quiet. 
Where I live now, you can hear when people are coming up the drive. There is no traffic.  There are no streetlights shining through the window.  I wake up every morning to the most GORGEOUS view of mountains, and grass, and houses on huge plots of land. It's lovely.

My view while I did my GMG quiet time

I noticed something while I was sitting at my new desk at my new work.  This environment makes me want to be creative. It inspires me to write more. It draws me into daydreams and contemplation and prayer.
It will probably take me awhile to get used to it again, but I'm looking forward to all of the new opportunities to be creative - especially considering there isn't ANYWHERE for me to waste my time shopping here unless I want to go to walmart - ew.
*for those of you who are new around here: I moved to Small Town after law school to clerk for a judge. God apparently thought it would be REALLY funny for me to meet the man of my dreams here. I had to move to Big City for work after my clerkship ended. I was there for about a year. I just moved back.