The familiar creak in a floor can become reassuring after enough ordinary nights.

A noise stops being a warning once it has been heard often enough without anything following it. The board on the third stair, the pipe that knocks at eleven, the gate in the wind: each was mildly alarming in the first week and is now part of the evidence that everything is as it should be. Familiarity is not a feeling you decide on; it accumulates through repetition.

If you have moved somewhere new and it does not feel like home yet, that is a matter of time rather than effort. Learn the noises deliberately, find out what each one is. The house becomes yours partly by becoming predictable.