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!

My husband likes snow more than I thought. I like that.

Justin Trudeau is 54, and somehow he looks younger every day. A year ago, he looked like someone in their late forties—say, around 49. Now he looks more like someone in their early forties, maybe 41.

I could be wrong. Maybe he actually looks more like someone who’s 39.

He has the whole package: health, good looks, a fit body, good manners, charm, great height, education, a strong personality, and an excellent spirit. He has three children who are all happy by his side, and he’s lived a full, rich life. He’s been successful in his work, and he’s always out in nature.

When he was Prime Minister, he improved many laws and created a more inclusive and balanced society, giving everyone—especially immigrants—a sense of being at home. And even though he comes from old money, wealth, and influence, you always saw a young, smiling guy enjoying life with everyone, not a typical rich British aristocrat with pomp and pretense.

He celebrated all the festivals of immigrants and residents alongside them. He kept track of events happening in the immigrants’ home countries. Many people, especially immigrants, underestimated him and mocked him, accusing him of benefiting from everything. He posted all his tweets and messages in both of Canada’s official languages. And now, his absence is truly felt.

And he is enjoying his life, far from the madding crowd. I don’t agree with his ways… of approaching things fully. I disagree with some, or many. But he is one of a kind.

I like this girl, Janie. She is a detective in Death Valley.

Well, she’s Detective Sergeant Janie Mallowan, a young, ambitious cop in a small South Wales police team, to put it accurately.

Not only is she dedicated to her duties, she is a bit obsessed. Her obsession partly comes from grieving the loss of her best friend. It has turned to a coping mechanism for her mental state. But it is also part of who she is. It’s a fuel, kind of.

She loves to get a promotion, and she would do anything legal, and ethical, to have that come true.

She’s sharp, but flubs social cues, blurts comments, and wears her emotions just enough that she’s relatable instead of polished and dull. That’s actually why Dua Lipa disinterests me (and Taylor Swift, and Justin Bieber, for another reason, and Mariah Kerry, and NSYNC, Jonas Brothers, Cold Play, and many others.)

Her energy is strange, and resonates well with mine. Strange in a good way. I get you, girl.

Her lack of filter and quirky delivery are sources of comedy, which makes her fun to watch. She makes you laugh with her, not at her. She just says things out loud in perfect honety.

She has real pain and ambition — that mix of vulnerability and competence. And as funny as it sounds, John Chapel resonates well with her, as a mentor, father, possibly a little grand father, and a male figure she never had.

That’s why I enjoy that show. It’s not that the storyline is special. It’s Janie.