When I was a kid, I couldn't wait for it. Trailer-thin walls, parents telling me what to do, annoying brother and sister hogging the phone or the shower. Someday, I'd have peace and quiet!
When I was a freshman at Illinois State, I didn't realize how many people were everywhere, the cafeteria lines, my tiny shared room -- although my dorm room wasn't tiny compared to the one my sister and I shared at home. The ubiquitous throngs of noisy humans.
I used to hide myself on the sixth floor of Milner Library, back when librarians would shush with relish, reading feminist literature for the sheer thrill of doing something daring (I was reared Church of God; it was the '70s) in peace and quiet.
After 25 years of mothering, I recently had the privilege of taking a sabbatical from work to practice writing. Now that I'm back to full-time work, when I sit down with a notepad or a computer to compose something, I still get that peaceful thrill.