Home Sweet Home

I've been in Cambridge for 11 days now and the old house I'm sharing with--at the moment--6 other people and the University Radio Station is starting to feel like home. The house is big, with 12 numbered rooms on two floors (ground and 1st) and the station (which I have yet to see) in the basement. We have shared kitchen and laundry facilities on the ground floor.

The view of the house from the road isn't much (below). There's not much character to the flat face or the plain walls.
However, the view from the road really isn't the important one. The path I normally take is down a path behind the house, the most direct route to my college (a hop, skip and a jump away). Here's approaching the house, just off the gravel road and through the hedge that separates our house from the college's car park:
And now, passing through that nice screen of trees, we get the house, replete with a rose garden near the top of the lovely set of brick steps. It's a terrific spot to read in the late afternoon (I've tested it). My window is just visible below the red roof on the right hand side (between the two trees).
Speaking of trees brings me to one of my favorite things about being here: fruit. In my back yard and throughout the college, many of the trees are fruit trees. As 'members' of the college, we're encouraged to eat as much as we like. There is a bowl in the kitchen overflowing with apples and pears at the moment, and I picked blackberries (which grow in the hedges along some of the bike paths a short ride from college) and had them as a snack with yogurt this afternoon.