You could try living in a place in the direct flight path of a small regional airport. Sounds awful I know but I actually kind of liked it for the time I was th

You could try living in a place in the direct flight path of a small regional airport. Sounds awful I know but I actually kind of liked it for the time I was there. The airport wasn't huge so the noise was not constant, tended to taper down and end at night, and got some great views of the bellies of planes a couple hundred feet over your house coming in for landing. I was afraid of flying at the time, but was never particularly scared of a plane crashing head first into the house oddly enough. In fact during the time I lived there I got quite into watching Mayday/Air Crash Investigation episodes. Pretty morbid considering. I lived there for several years, and while I'd like to say that not a single plane crashed in that time, one actually did. It was a small 2-seater prop plane, lost height and crashed into the woods a block away from the house. No survivors. I did not witness the crash as it happened but I did sneak into the area and take pictures of the wreckage (thankfully crews had already removed the bodies). Quite a thing seeing the torn off landing-gear of the plane sitting upright on the ground. Anyway while I'm sure that tangent didn't help you feel any better, for me the fact that constant commuter air traffic crossed my house for years on end (mostly) like clockwork made me feel a bit more confident about not dying in a plane crash if I ever did fly again (which I finally did, quite relaxing actually). Still not sure how I'd feel about flying on a tiny single-engine prop plane or the like though...