I live in a neighborhood where logging trucks play and huge tacters play. My first car was a dying '50 ford which had FU'd muffler system. C'mon we had an auto shop at school in the '50s where sound was everywhere. My kids grew up on heavy metal played in crowded reverberant places like the Whisky on sunset. Cruising had been a thing since I was in HS and I worked in Aerospace. You're going to tell me about noise. Ever try to work between two jet testing stations at a place Like Pt. Mugu? Finally, I got my advanced degrees in psychoacoustics.
Things are really quiet nowadays compared.
On the other hand I did my doctoral work in and Anechoic chamber where one could feel their eardrums press outward because of the silence.
I enjoy where I am now thank you. Love listening to winter storms make the house shake to 100 mph winds as they whip up the ocean less than a quarter mile away and thunder storms provide lightning strikes nearby because it's less than a second later that thunder rolls.
I really prefer quiet in the fall.