Good question! I can only speak for myself, but as I'm writing this, I'm outside on my deck, enjoying a gloriously, unseasonably warm day for CT. In just the last 15 minutes, I've been subject to the delightful sounds of 1) a neighbor's yipping dog, 2) another neighbor's gas powered leaf blower across the street, 3) a third neighbor's grandkids squealing in the yard (which, a thumbs-up for kids playing outside, nothing wrong with that, I just don't particularly want to hear the screeching), 4) multiple motorcycles revving at the stop sign in front of my house, 5) a landscaping truck with tools improperly secured to the trailer slamming across the potholes, 6) three low-flying airplanes almost close enough to read the lettering, 7) a honking car alarm, and my personal favorite, 8) someone using an irregularly-droning tool that sounds like a cross between a power saw and a dental drill. This is not to mention the vague whiffs of what I'm pretty sure is pot probably coming from a vape-friendly neighbor. (A step up from the cigarettes of a previous tenant.)
Call me a snowflake, but I can feel the cortisol surge through my body with every uncontrollable aural assault. I'm sure it varies for different people, but noise is proven to have detrimental physical effects on humans, period, end of sentence. I am so grateful to have the means to own a not-quite quarter of an acre, but it just blows my mind to pay my taxes, pay my mortgage, and be a scrupulously good neighbor, yet not be able to enjoy my hard work in the way I would like. (For fuck's sake, I actually turn down the radio as I pull into my driveway so as not to disturb anyone. Yes, I'm a chump and a dork.)
For the last few years my "meditation" has been to peruse and save Zillow listings in VT with at least 5 acres, researching how close are snowmobiling trails, airports, main roads... I kid you not, but it's RELAXING to dream of moving. Covid has forced my work online, which very fortunately for me has been an easy transition, even if it's at a pay cut. Maybe someday I'll be able to make the move, but in the meantime I'll post the occasional diatribes of a middle-aged hermit.
Apologies for the long-winded response!