The evergreen branches grow so heavy that they bend; the snow falls to the ground, and then they fill again. And the same thing happens over and over. What a snowfall! Who would have thought it—here?!

Thank you, Universe!!

I had missed the upper Midwest snow for a long time.

And what is coming down on the ground here, is a real Wisconsin type of snow. It has been snowing for about 10 days now, on and off, heavy and light.

But what has started since last night, it’s so unnatural for here.

Light, soft, white, glowing snow has been pouring down like it’s a snowflake party. There is more than 10 cm snow on the ground (i didn’t even consider the remaining ice from the previous week), and it’s adding up.

I feel truly good. I hope this will go on for a couple of weeks.

My brain needed this good old sense.

Outside is cozy, and quiet, and so Earthy.

Watched Bridget Jones’s Diary for the second time with my man. The last time we watched it, was about 2 years ago.

I am surprised I had never watched it before.

Who had time. Who had money, or had her shoes together.

This girl is not only beautiful, she is very seductive.

I would have married her the day I met her, if I were a straight man.

My man says she is is very much like me. Yes, she is not into science, or not crazy about physical chemistry, but she is a kind hearted, warm, innocent girl with no tricks who is a shoulder to everyone’s crisis.

And I guess that, she is very expressive. Her body reacts to the outside world before she even notices. Nothing is wrong with that. It makes interaction with her, easier.

I like to have a Christmas in the suburbs of London.

I actually like to have one in the suburbs on London, one in a cozy town in England, one in Wales, one in Northern Ireland, one in Edinburgh’s downtown, and one in the suburbs of Scotland.

And of course, one in Ireland.

Snowflakes drop down on your face, and you celebrate the opportunity of ending another year.

Isn’t that nice.

Thanks to this cold, I have a very sharp mind right now. It’s GLOWING.

My brain’s wiring is cool, and it feels refreshed.

Please universe, more cold.

It might be hard to believe how Gold Rush ended up in New Zealand. Yet the Otago region on the South Island was once a hotspot for those in search of gold. Even in the show Brokenwood Mysteries, season eight features an episode all about the quest for gold.

That being said, today I want to speak to you about Arrowtown, a cozy little town near Queenstown in the Region of Otago.

It has a population of fewer than 3,000. The town was built along the Arrow River because of the gold rush. Even today, people still live in buildings dating back to the 1800s.

I haven’t been there, but I guess it has mild temperatures, but, but! includes all 4 seasons. Meaning that, you will see the transition in between the seasons.

This small town is surrounded by mountains. Some of them are bare, without trees or forests, while others are covered in them. Together, though, they give Arrowtown a rare beauty. All around it, there are ski fields—but that part doesn’t really matter to me.

From the photos I’ve seen, it’s the cafés with tables set out in front of the shops, the street-side coffee spots—like the ones Frodo in The Brokenwood Mysteries has, often called coffee trailers or carts—and the various festivals, especially the Autumn Festival, that make me want to see it all up close.

I’m not saying it’s perfect. But I have a feeling that one of our best trips could be travelling to New Zealand’s South Island in autumn or winter—say April or May, or even June and July. I could even say it might be a very good place to live forever, if you’re able to pursue your hobbies and, most importantly, if there’s a research lab nearby where I could work.

Imagine buying one of those cozy houses, warming it up in winter, and sitting with your family in front of the television, watching a film and simply enjoying the moment. The fireplace is keeping you warm, and you’re drinking smoky tea with your loved ones.

Watching those scenes, just the town, the houses, the streets, gives out a really safe, calm, cozy vibe. I can see myself putting on my boots, and walking by the quiet, cozy streets.

There was this classy, nice, pretty, neat, and cozy shop near our house that sold New Zealand clothing. But it was only for men.

My husband has some of those clothes. They’re really beautiful, sturdy, and fit him well, and they’re not unnecessarily bulky. But they truly keep the body warm against the cold.

When you wear their summer clothes, you really feel like it’s summer. When you wear their winter clothes, you understand that snow is coming—and your body will be protected. Good job, New Zealand.

I hope one day they make women’s clothes too. Everything we’ve bought for my husband has been high-quality, well-made, and from excellent materials.

Grace and Stevie love each other so much, that they are kind of best buds, than lovers.

I hope they will remain buds.

It’s not hopeless — but it carries history on its back, and history is heavy.

He’s unlikely to wake up one day thinking, “I hurt her, I was wrong, I owe her an apology.” Men like this rarely get there. That would require real self-inspection, and he’s spent a lifetime avoiding that.

His regret won’t look like remorse.
It’ll look like irritation, defensiveness, maybe quiet anxiety when her name crosses his mind.

If he ever does regret it, deeply and genuinely, the most ethical outcome for him is to live with that regret privately.

Not to unload it onto her.

But to let her know one day, that he is living with it.

Then, it will be up to her, to open the door, or keep it forever closed.

Because he punished her for her very instinctive characteristics: feeling so alive.

She entered a system with energy, and someone unstable tried to feed on it instead of protecting it.

Universe! Thank you for the snow!

I want more! More and more!

You have no idea how restful my brain is at the moment! It’s like ice shower for all my wiring! It feels good, and I process better!

I feel that I am even more in love with everything!