I used to know a woman who wanted to get that T.S. Eliot coffee spoons quote tattooed on her arm, written on the handle of a coffee spoon. I'm not sure if she ever did get it, though. Also, I visited Gdansk a few years ago and it was beautiful, hope you enjoy your visit there!
San Sebastián is probably the first one that comes to mind for me, as I think you mentioned yourself in a photo of it that I posted not too long ago. That was a very immediate sense of homeliness. I also felt very at home in Melbourne, but it took a couple of months to feel that way (I was there for 6 months).
It's taken me most of my life to feel at home in my actual hometown (Liverpool), but over the past few years I've finally grown to love it.
Oh, handwritten letters! I dream of a handwritten letters club where we communicate solely by mail. I even considered starting a handwritten notes club here in Milan but never found the courage to bring the idea to life. Imagine members leaving handwritten notes in cafés and shops for others in the club to collect if they happen to be nearby. It’s the joy of anticipation—the pleasure of reading someone’s moment of reflection. A chance to pause, savor the human touch, and appreciate the effort behind each note.
I used to know a woman who wanted to get that T.S. Eliot coffee spoons quote tattooed on her arm, written on the handle of a coffee spoon. I'm not sure if she ever did get it, though. Also, I visited Gdansk a few years ago and it was beautiful, hope you enjoy your visit there!
Thank you, Jacob! I'm curious: what's one city where you felt immediately "at home"?
San Sebastián is probably the first one that comes to mind for me, as I think you mentioned yourself in a photo of it that I posted not too long ago. That was a very immediate sense of homeliness. I also felt very at home in Melbourne, but it took a couple of months to feel that way (I was there for 6 months).
It's taken me most of my life to feel at home in my actual hometown (Liverpool), but over the past few years I've finally grown to love it.
Oh, handwritten letters! I dream of a handwritten letters club where we communicate solely by mail. I even considered starting a handwritten notes club here in Milan but never found the courage to bring the idea to life. Imagine members leaving handwritten notes in cafés and shops for others in the club to collect if they happen to be nearby. It’s the joy of anticipation—the pleasure of reading someone’s moment of reflection. A chance to pause, savor the human touch, and appreciate the effort behind each note.
Ah, I'd love to join such a club, Natasha!