This assumption that everyone has a choice of where to live, really annoys me.
I moved into a flat, next to a church. A run down, single glazed, town centre, badly converted home, at the bottom end of the private rental market. It was the only landlord willing to rent to a lone parent leaving DV refuge, with no references and no money.
The bells rang every 15 minutes, 24/7. At midnight the whole of the 4 quarters rang followed by 12 individual 'doings'. The sound really carries, in the still of night.
Having said that, I got used to it, and when we moved to a village, I couldn't sleep because of the silence!
Maybe you will get used to it.
It was a beautiful church, so despite being an atheist, I went to look around. I joked to the vicar, that anyone else making that level of noise, at that frequency, would have an ASBO slapped on them! We became 'friends' and he and his family babysat my son, when I got back on my feet, and started work. My son and me were made very welcome, and were given support, eg, use of the office phone, to claim benefits.
Every New Year's Day, we had to wrap up and go out, usually down to the river, as the bells rung constantly, for 6 hours, and it did become unbearable.
I've heard they are now switched off overnight, which made me a bit sad.
Just thinking out loud, here!