Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, I've expressed the requirement of you being willing to join me in my festival haze, and although I'm not even sure anymore that it has to be you, it never harms to tell you that: 1. If and when said common festival experience of ours happens, I will not look pretty. Well, I will not look pretty when it starts, and will look absolutely destroyed by the end. and 2. There will be extended periods of times when I won't be talking to you. Don't take it personally, that's just how it is. Actually, it's rather a good thing. The less put together I dare look and the longer I can be not talkative with you, the more comfortable I feel. On the way to intimacy, I guess. 

Dear future hubster, you will find out very quickly anyway, but here's an early warning for you: when I show up in your life, or anybody's life or house, even if it's only for a visit, the impact is visible immediately. My personality of a significant size manifests through exploded suitcases and growing number of bags all over the place. And sunglasses. And pens. Books. Keys. Also, when I leave, temporarily or for good, I tend to leave traces behind. Watch out for jewelry in particular, but I've had clothes sent after me several times too. 

Dear future hubster, While trying to be wise and supportive and understanding about the ups and downs of the expat life, I suddenly realized that there is one deeply intimidating field where I can't offer any advise or share experience, for I have none. I have never returned. When I go, I go somewhere else, but so far, never back. That is apparently something I yet have to learn. But then again, maybe it isn't. Maybe I don't. 

Dear future hubster, I had to realize and therefore I have to mention that living in the Land of Eternal Summer does not mean that one has access to long summer nights. Or to proper, long, gradual, promising but almost painfully slow sunsets. 

Dear future hubster, why didn't anybody tell me that making mistakes could be 1. so much fun and 2. so rewarding? I've been trying to avoid them all my life!