I had a similar feeling moving from London to deep English countryside with my parents as a kid. But it was the sheer silence of the place we moved to that unnerved me, and it took me a good few weeks for me to go to sleep normally. (There were plenty of small animals, but my bedroom was on a high first floor, so I couldn’t hear things scuttling about). I live in a small city again now, and really miss the true quiet at night. Funny enough, the pandemic lockdowns in the UK were reminiscent of being in the country - far fewer cars and public transport meant that there was real quiet for once and the reduction in pollution meant that you could smell al sorts of things that were normally dominated by ambient exhaust fumes. I remember one time in particular when i realised I could hear a train in the far distance for the first time since I moved here.