Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, if you want me to keep quiet for a little while, send me up a mountain. A hill, really. No matter the view, the climb itself will take my breath away. And quite literally.

Dear future hubster, I have come to the understanding recently that it's somewhat difficult to be credible in your support to women's empowerment when your kitchen is known to be your natural habitat. And no, it doesn't help if from the kitchen you go straight to the living room to watch the semi-final of the Africa Cup. You're just feeding yet another cliché. And about 10 of your friends. 

Dear future hubster, I ran a check in the mission's phone directory; we have 20,000 troops after all. Still, Major Tom doesn't work here. 

Dear future hubster, I'm sorry to say it, but I don't agree with Gatsby's Jordan when it comes to parties. I prefer small parties to large ones. Maybe because I don't look for privacy in parties, and because intimacy for me means being around people I know and feel comfortable with. Don't worry if you see me sitting in a corner with my drink - come sit with me and we can watch the people together. They are fascinating when they think they are in the privacy of a large party.

Dear future hubster, Today I had to submit my tentative leave plans for this year. It's the 16th of January, for crying out loud! It always feels a bit unsettling when I'm asked to plan far ahead. Once somebody asked me in December what my plans for August were, because he wanted to coordinate his parents' visit with my summer leave. I thought that was the cutest thing on the face of the planet, but it also made me incredibly nervous, because... I don't know... because it meant that he thought my whereabouts would still be important for him 9 months later? So, umm, I don't mean to stress you, but, for information only, I need to be in Central Europe in the second half of April, and I'm doing everything I can to be in Werchter the last weekend of June. Just in case.