Lysias, ink, grapes

I am in Cambridge.
It’s a weird feeling.
Here's what's weird:
a) There’s hardly anyone around except Intensive Greek students, mathematicians, a few theologians (apparently – I haven’t seen any) and older people. And choral scholars. There aren’t even that many tourists.
b) The tourists that are here mostly stand outside the Super-Duper-Fantastic Corpus Christi Stephen Hawking clock, with its flashing lights and random perching insect. They literally just stand there with their mouths open.
c) I know loads of people from Bryanston and yet I don’t know anyone.
d) There’s no kettle. Therefore no tea, for now. This is distressing.
e) We’re going to have this week of work and then it’s Fresher’s Week. And it feels like no one quite knows what to do with themselves, whether we should be working or being all WOOHOO NOW WE ARE FRESHERS, or both. Or indeed, both…
f) My Greek is apparently now AS-level standard.
g) The College cat can walk on the grass.

And the weirdest thing of all is that I live here now. Like, I’m not a tourist.
I have a card and everything.
Is that not INSANE?