Here Eventually

Welcome!

This is a collection of personal essays about places, stories, and the quiet moments that stay with us.

I write about life after moving to Spain, art-house films with after-tastes, books that catch you till late at night, coffee shops that you want to return, and the ongoing search for a place that feels like home.

I don’t have all the answers. These essays are simply my way of expression – talking about people, and paying attention to the small details that make an ordinary day memorable.

I’m glad you’re here.

Sometimes I’m very nostalgic. So that’s my favourite quote:

“Very lovely, very lonesome. But what am I doing in this stereoscopic dreamland? How did I get here? Somehow, the two sleighs have slipped away, leaving behind a passportless spy standing on the blue-white road in his New England snowboots and stormcoat. The vibration in my ears is no longer their receding bells, but only my old blood singing. All is still, spellbound, enthralled by the moon, fancy’s rear-vision mirror. The snow is real, though, and as I bend to it and scoop up a handful, sixty years crumble to glittering frost-dust between my fingers.“

Vladimir Nabokov, the famous Russian immigrant