This is the University City of Cambridge in England. The place is full of bicycles and they are tethered to all sorts of things. The notices on the railings are advertising the many different events, like arts, drama and music of every genre.
I am very much at home in nature but I am equally as at home in here, within me, as I am out there.
For a number of years I lived out of boxes and bags carted around in my car, staying with family, friends and occasionally my own house. Back then my car was more my home.
But wherever I have decided to stay that day, I have felt I am at home. If I am visiting a friend for a few days and I refer to going home, it means I am experiencing where I am staying as home. This perspective has caused some interesting reactions over the years. I quickly realised everyone saw it differently. Some friends looked almost panicky when they thought I had chosen to move in with them!