And there's nothing I can do

Dear future hubster,
I ran a check in the mission's phone directory; we have 20,000 troops after all. Still, Major Tom doesn't work here. 

A little party never killed nobody

Dear future hubster,
I'm sorry to say it, but I don't agree with Gatsby's Jordan when it comes to parties. I prefer small parties to large ones. Maybe because I don't look for privacy in parties, and because intimacy for me means being around people I know and feel comfortable with. Don't worry if you see me sitting in a corner with my drink - come sit with me and we can watch the people together. They are fascinating when they think they are in the privacy of a large party.

Just in case

Dear future hubster,
Today I had to submit my tentative leave plans for this year. It's the 16th of January, for crying out loud!
It always feels a bit unsettling when I'm asked to plan far ahead. Once somebody asked me in December what my plans for August were, because he wanted to coordinate his parents' visit with my summer leave. I thought that was the cutest thing on the face of the planet, but it also made me incredibly nervous, because... I don't know... because it meant that he thought my whereabouts would still be important for him 9 months later?
So, umm, I don't mean to stress you, but, for information only, I need to be in Central Europe in the second half of April, and I'm doing everything I can to be in Werchter the last weekend of June.
Just in case.

Not a dude

Dear future hubster,
Maybe it's surprising, maybe it was expected, maybe it's cliché, maybe I should put a dollar in the sexi(e)st jar for saying this, but there are days when I miserably need female company. Pretty much anybody in a skirt would do.

Carry on, carry on

Dear future hubster,
when you live somewhere where music is not what you're used to, and not what you are willing to get used to, and where the radio in the car never stays on one station for more than 2 minutes, it comes as a very welcome surprise when Bohemian Rhapsody suddenly comes on, doesn't fade away and stops just about when you park. Makes you feel like the world is giving you a reminder that life actually is pretty cool.
(The cat wasn't impressed with my Mama uuuu-uuuuu-uuu-uuuu though.)

Gold in them hills

Dear future hubster,
If you see one of the thousand hills of Rwanda turning red in the first sunrise of the year, and then later Lake Kivu glowing in an orange light from the first sunset, you know you've had a good start.