I decided to walk around the city of Hoboken, New Jersey, where I currently live. It is very small, as it’s only about one square mile, but very densely populated, so there are an assortment of sounds to be heard.
As I left my apartment on the main street of the city, I was greeted with the sound of construction right outside my door. The pounding jackhammer attacked my ears, but I could still hear the construction workers speaking, the backing up of a truck, and the cars going by. This wasn’t unfamiliar, though, as there always seems to be a broken water main or something that needs to be fixed in front of my apartment. I decided I wanted to walk along the Hudson, so I started walking east. As I walked along, I heard the barking of dogs, the chatter of new moms as they pushed their strollers along, and the laughter of friends. As soon as I crossed my street, though, I remembered that I couldn’t walk directly east to the river because a college campus was in the way. As I heard my footsteps abruptly stop, I noticed the sound the wind was making as it blew past me. I started walking north to get around the campus. I heard chirping birds, conversations, cars, and the sound of my purse bouncing against my side. When I got to the Hudson the sounds of the cars ended and were replaced by the water splashing. My footsteps were overshadowed by the pounding steps of joggers. From behind me I heard the sound of wheels on the sidewalk, and a small child on a scooter soon followed.
As I started making my way home, I cut through a park. The grass muffled my footsteps, but birds, dogs, and kids playing on a nearby playground filled the silence. As I walked up to my apartment, I felt refreshed and relaxed after only paying attention to the sounds around me.