Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, you're missing out a lot when you don't make it home for dinner. I try not to be too self-confident, but I think it's safe to say I can feed people well.

Dear future hubster, the other day the boy next to me on the plane was reading Céline. Although the Voyage au bout de la nuit was quite a traumatising experience, still I felt I miss somebody I can talk about French literature with.

Dear future hubster, it took me long to understand, but now I am sure there is a pattern in fictional young boys making me cry. Nemecsek Ernő Kapitány, then Nyilas Misi, the Little Prince after, and now Peter Pan.

Dear future hubster, when I wake up from a bad dream, scared and agitated, will you tell me it's all fine and hold my hand until I fall back asleep?

Dear future hubster, although I'm getting significantly better at it, you should still know that packing makes me very frustrated, irritated even. This frustration may be expressed through mild to severe hysterical scenes, bad moods beyond expectations, clothes being thrown around the room, and other, yet undiscovered methods. Take shelter, and don't take it personally.