Every now and then between 5:30 and 6:30pm, I find myself mumbling, "I hate Cambridge". Between the chilly walk to the bus stop, the perpetually late 5:50 bus, and the long 12 mile drive home, my resentment eventually bubbles up a bit. However, my relationship to Cambridge is purely business--I work here. And because of that uni-dimensional relationship with Cambridge that is colored by stressful long days, it is difficult for me to fully appreciate the fact that I work near Darwin's alma mater.
But the other day I was walking back to work from lunch... and as usual a bit of sun broke up what is usually a grey day. A little bit of dazzling sun poked out from behind some brick buildings, creating a glistening silhouette of a row of 'Mary Poppins' chimneys, and I had a happy little glow inside. I don't know if it was the sudden feeling of sun on my face that I hadn't felt in the last 13 months of winter (maybe an exaggeration, but I don't remember much of a summer) or maybe it was the fact that I started to see all the neat little quirks about Cambridge. I saw the little statues carved into the sides of buildings that have been there for maybe hundreds of years, reflecting the culture of that time. I saw the old apartment buildings that sat on top of modern department stores that still retained the same bricks they were originally built with. And I saw hundreds of years of students and faculty that walked in and out of King's college....
That is the neighborhood I work in.