Dear Husband of mine,
after eight years of marriage, i feel very sad that you still dont understand, that the potti is an integral part of us. I have waited for you to accept, but you are forever in denial, arent you? The potti is with us. It has to be full.
Please understand we have happy memories filling it. We walk along long familiar corridors, picking up scents from nearby shops, of perfumes, of bakes, of coffee, of soaps. We look at young couples and realise how old we've grown (filling infinite potti-s meanwhile) and how we're absolutely a generation behind. We spot familiar things, and talk of old memories, with a smile so inconspicuous and oblivious to the world around.
Of course it is always going to be heavy. There is no equation to the weight of the potti. It is neither directly nor inversely proportional to the frequency of visits or to the distance back home. And without any doubt you have to carry it. Period.
To conclude, i wish to say, that a full potti indeed is a sign of propesperity. And even before you ask, it so obviously is, of yours.
Please grow up and embrace the potti. It comes with us.
Cheers,
Hopie
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