After that, it's basically family

Dear future hubster,

there is a wide range of different types and levels of friendships. One of my favourite is when you reach the stage where your dishes and other kitchen stuff are at each others' place. Like there is no point in taking them back now, we'd be back next week anyhow.

Some good times ahead

Dear future hubster,

I have a long history of living with people, and most of the time I quite like sharing my home; in this absurd land of eternal summer I would certainly not want to live by myself.

However, on the rare occasions when both my flatmates are away, I shamelessly enjoy my sudden freedom, walking around underwear and whatnot, listen to guilty pleasure music in the morning (and sing along!), do yoga in the living room and don't talk to anybody for days.

So, there future hubster, don't worry about me when you go on business trips. I may be living on smoothies for a week, but I'll have some quality time with me. 

Our lives are made in these small hours

Dear future hubster,

you know how much I enjoy the "big" talks. The discussions on life and love and music and humanity, the joint soul-searching into the dark hours of the night. I develop a deep affection for the people who understand that "what am i doing with my life??" is a real question, and that sometimes anxiety wakes me up in the middle of the night because I'm worried about the future - ant not just mine, but yours, ours, the future of all of us.

But.

The beauty of the little things shouldn't be underrated. I love the people who are able and willing to stare at that big blood moon over the Indian Ocean with the same excitement as I do; I will definitely need (and want) somebody in my life whom I can tell how I almost killed myself falling down the stairs of the bathroom in my heels, and who understands what a terrible way of dying that would have been, and recognizes the importance of decent underwear during a near-death experience. (What if I die in ugly undies??)

In the end, it doesn't even matter

Dear future hubster,
Note this for future references: every time somebody leaves, it will feel like a betrayal, no matter the reason. Every time you leave, it will feel like a betrayal, no matter the reason.
Plot twist: not leaving may also be perceived as one, depending on the reason.
So good luck avoiding the guilt trip.

And my signature accessories

Dear future hubster,
No matter the continent, the weather, the occasion, there will be a moment when I don't watch out and find myself wearing knee socks.
They are simply part of my identity.