I lived in the Graduate College my first two years at Princeton, but a close friend had moved to the Butler Tract with his fiancée during my (and his) second year. His place became a home away from home, especially with my “home” being 10,000 miles away in India. Getting away from dormitory life and visiting them in a real home with a kitchen and a porch, home-cooked meals, and the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven are some of my fond Princeton memories.