The Fixer-Upper
You have made it to Glasgow, and find your belongings awaiting you at your new home, which is an old home, but newly your's. Today is Friday. The office is roughly 2 miles away, depending on whether you go through the residential area, or take the more scenic route.
Atop the hill next to the house, you can see the compound, with its fences and multiple buildings. Closer in, you can see the row of apartment buildings, then the houses making up the residential area. Few people around here are Scottish, Interpol is, after all, international, and transfers need a place to live.
The house you are now in debt buying looks to have once been a great beauty, the country boy in you imagining this land with no buildings or suburb, just a single gravel road leading to this house, with the rolling hills, the nearby woods, and the faint, yet ever-present, smell of manure.
Time has not been gentle, but you are certain that,with time and effort, this old house will once again be ready to raise a family, and be a source of pride and comfort.
There is a nice village nearby, with a Presbyterian church. The village is small, but has a decent hardware store, and the local inn serves as the local bar at night. There is also Glasgow, of course, with much more of those sorts of things.