This City Makes Me Swoon

Six days ago, I re-arrived in Cambridge. Since most of my stuff was already here, it was like coming home to both the alien and the familiar. I had no idea what to expect from my flatmates or the university or the city at all. Even though I had met all three a few weeks ago, it still felt so up in the air.

I'm pleased to say that I'm adjusting very well. The city, first of all, is beyond breathtaking. The first moment I saw King's College, I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. The river is picturesque and seems stuck backwards in time with its old-fashioned punters gliding along it. The market is inspirational and brimming with the most beautiful vegetables and fruits and ohmygosh the most yummy looking bread!

Did I mention that to get there it is less than a ten minute walk?

I am so lucky.

Cambridge itself just seems to overflow with things to offer me. Last weekend, at the park that is even closer to me than the market, there was a food, garden, and produce festival. My flatmates cooed over the animals, and one of them even paid £1 to have the amazing experience of holding an owl on her arm. We nibbled on everything to offer and perused the produce competition.











Now that I've explored everything, though, I need to get used to having classes again... Moll Flanders, I'm coming for ya'!