Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, can you imagine how difficult it could be to live in a country of technically eternal summer, but with unreliable electricity, and therefore no safe access to ice cream?

Dear future hubster, all this being grown up and strong and brave and independent is only applicable until there is a thunderstorm. Between the lightning and the thunders all I want is to cuddle up under a blanket until it's over. And to hear you say it's okay.

Dear future hubster, next time please remind me that the one thing I hate more than packing boxes and suitcases is not having a place to unpack them. 

Dear future hubster, Right now, I would just really like to arrive. Doesn't really matter where. 

Dear future hubster, I think I've expressed it before, but I cannot stress it enough: you will have to be the one in charge of family finances. I can make money and I can spend it very well, but I cannot be bothered with things like investments and saving accounts and anything abstract about money. 

Dear future hubster, if and when I ever get the brilliant idea of moving again, please remind me that 1. I hate this shit 2. this is what husbands are for (and therefore you will do it for me) 3. I hate this shit and 4. I have extensive experience that makes me get it done better and faster every time.