Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, I sometimes forget what a great friend good old Jason is. But then come cloudy Sundays,when it's only him and me and the ironing,  and I suddenly all pieces fall into place. (Who am I kidding, there is no ironing with Jason around, but some serious serenades, to the infinite joy of my elderly neighbours. I have the same problems with Bruce the Boss. I watched my social media course while ironing, really.) 

Dear future hubster, for your information (in case you were worried), I have returned to the kitchen. And I think I'm good :)

Dear future hubster, I haven't been traveling anywhere since Tuscany last October. That was half a year ago! Don't you think it's unsustainable and you should be doing something to improve the situation?

Dear future hubster, do you ever have the urge to go back to the university library, the old one (Somogyi), or the shiny new (TIK), and just be there and study, flip the pages, wear the extra pair of socks because the airco is running wild, and go downstairs for a coffee back up with the creepy transparent elevator, pass by the rows of computers where you once received a break up email, back to your art history books, for the course where you first heard about El Camino, see familiar faces everywhere you look, and have the strange feeling that you could spend your life doing this? Wouldn't it be great?

Dear future hubster, there comes a point, when one listens to Boyz 2 Men at 1 am.