Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, should it ever occur to you that your future wife may be wearing skirts and dresses that arguably fall in the category of short, on occasions borderline tiny, consider that there may be a very strategic reason behind said length of said clothing items. In times of torrential rains, dear future hubster, tights and skirts dry oh so much faster than trousers. Short skirts even faster.

Dear  future hubster, I had to realize that I'm the kind of person who would casually say in an everyday conversation things like "The semantic field is rather narrow" and "It's Danton and Robespierre all over again". It remains to be determined whether that kind of person is called a showoff or a smartass.

Dear future hubster,  you have probably figured it out already, but I just realized now: if you will be the one proposing, it should totally happen in a shoe store. I don't necessarily expect you to get down on your knees and all that jazz, but if you feel the moment is right, and/or you have found the shoe that is right, I would be delighted to hear you say: "I think you should marry me wearing these".  As for recognizing the right shoe, don't worry. As they say, when you see it, you will know. 

Dear future hubster, as a person who admittedly has issues in the relevant department, I understand that there are a number of things about commitment that are really, really scary. Most people think that commitments are made once and for all. That, I'm afraid, is a misconception. Two misconceptions, actually. "Once" being the first one. Commitments are not made one sunny day and stay that way. They are not a result of one big effort, like platform diving, one big deep breath, and one brave big jump. The trick with any commitment is that you have to keep making it, otherwise it is but an empty promise you made one sunny day. You may think it's daunting; I think it's liberating. For the important things in my life, I want to make the decision consciously and actively as often as I can. The things and the people I believe in, I stand by, I choose. Continuously. The other misunderstanding is that a commitment is "for all". Of course it's s...

Dear future hubster, when you feel like you'll always be an outsider, an intriguing stranger, a passer-by, the person who comes and goes, remember this. Belonging, although it does take time, doesn't depend on time only. It can, and very often it does happen when you least expect it - just like many other great things in life. The sense of belonging comes to you unexpectedly, and in unusual yet ordinary ways. It's not a flag, it's not a title, it's not a passport. It may be a monthly metro card though. Or a barista who remembers that you're the one who drinks almond latte. The yoga teacher who says "I haven't seen you in a while". The fellow runner who finally smiles back at you on a windy Sunday morning. That first time when you greet "your" subway with a relief, because it will take you home. The sense of belonging is a promise. That it's possible. That you, the outsider, can also be included.  It's an expectation too...