We may try a cactus

Dear future hubster,

I think it's important to let you know that although I have many special skills, keeping plants alive is not one of them. I can cook for ten people and hold hours long drawing sessions with 30 loud children, but if you care about your philodendron, you need to take care of it yourself.

A locationship of some sort

Dear future hubster,

do you think my friends would consider it as cheating if I went out with other people, and, eventually, ended up enjoying it? I'd still be home by 10 and in bed by 11, I promise.

Thing is, in every life situation, I'm looking for opportunities to share the experience. And sometimes it means awfully superficial talks about the boys in the class - something I can't really do with any of the friends I have all over the world. Simply, because they don't know the boys in the class. I have to rely on local input for the conversation, and local counterparts to create and/or share the experiences with. 

This is how every story starts - with the people who happen to be there. 

On a day like today

And politics... dear future hubster, please talk to me about politics. I know it's sensitive and complex and more often than not we just want to ignore it all, but I do find it deeply intriguing as a broad topic, and on occasions either fascinating or downright scary as specific events unfold. I need a safe place where I can admit I don't understand, where you try to explain the parts you can analyze, where we can compare, debate, disagree, inspire, enlighten, learn, build. And even if sometimes we conclude that the world is a crazy place, we need to remind ourselves that it's a beautiful one, too. 

Swimming in a fish bowl

Dear future hubster,

when I say I wish you were here, it doesn't just mean I'd need you rub my back and play with my hair and look at me with eyes glazed over because you think I'm so damn amazing. You can do all of that of course, but more importantly, I need somebody who understands what I do just enough to listen to me talking about it, be that work or school or some obscure DIY project I let myself talked into. Somebody who is genuinely interested in what motivates me and what discourages or annoys me. Somebody who doesn't take a movie as just a date out, but as a potential conversation, even debate starter. Somebody who shares their thoughts not only for me to admire them but to challenge them if they can be or need to be. Somebody who presents a problem not only for it to be solved, but more for it to be thought about, analysed, learnt from. Somebody who doesn't mind the "how was your day" routine to end up being a four-hour debate about the state of public education.

See, dear future hubster, sometimes it's hard to tell whether a relationship is "intellectual", and maybe it's not even that important as long as we can make it meaningful.

Brace yourself

Dear future hubster,

winter is indeed coming, Together with glühwein and mince pies. The boys may even switch on the heating one glorious day. Otherwise, we just need to cuddle a little closer.