The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.
— from Ignorance, by Milan Kundera
We’re coming up on the tenth anniversary of my hearing loss at the end of this month, and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my life has changed as a result. I expect a series of posts on the topic over the next couple of weeks.
Things I miss:
falling asleep to the sound of the rain on the roof
the sound of my arms sluicing through the water when I swim
listening to the radio on a long night car trip, hearing it slowly start to fade out as you head out of range
being able to tell whether a baby is laughing or crying just from the noise (without seeing the baby)
watching TV while doing anything else at the same time (needing captions means I have to be looking at the TV to follow what’s going on)
hearing and differentiating between many different languages while walking in a diverse area
listening to ball games on the radio
talking on the phone for hours
eavesdropping – not in any nefarious way, but just on the Metro or walking down the street
easily understanding children, who never want to look you in the face when they talk, and who do some of their best talking from the backseat