Life in South America is not what most people imagine from photos.

This decision didn’t come from one bad day or a sudden emotion. It formed slowly.

This is not something I talk about lightly. Wanting children isn’t a trend for me, and it’s not a reaction to age or pressure. It’s a feeling that has become clearer with time.

Let me be direct. Age changed the way people look at me.

2025 taught me something I never wanted to learn — how alert a woman can become.

When I think about 2026, I don’t think about resolutions or numbers on a calendar. I think about a man.

New Year's is that time when even the most serious people suddenly begin to believe in miracles. We decorate the house, put up the tree, light the lights, and stop for a few minutes to ask ourselves what we really want.

I think about how strange and wonderful life is: one year is ending, another is just beginning, and we have a chance to change everything.

I always loved snow, a new year without snow is not the same atmosphere. Snow is always an addition to a good mood.❄️🎄

I'm just honest about different things. I'm honest about my doubts and my exhaustion and my refusal to perform. But I'm deeply, deliberately dishonest about other things.

My nature is to nurture. I like making things beautiful. I like taking care of people. I like thinking about their comfort and their happiness. This isn't because I was forced into it—it's genuinely who I am. But lately I've been wondering if I'm using this as an excuse to disappear.

Knowledge is what you get from books and learning and other people's ideas. I have a lot of knowledge. I read theology.

I can feel it happening every time. The first few days in the city are fine—I'm strong, I'm grounded, I remember myself. But then the weeks pass and the noise gets louder and somewhere inside me something starts to dissolve.

I decided to celebrate New Year's at home, alone, with pizza and TV shows. Everything was going perfectly until I remembered to take out the trash. At 11:50 PM. In the entryway. In complete silence.

I'd been living in this apartment for three years now and knew almost nothing about my neighbor. Only sounds - footsteps in the morning, soft music in the evening, and her polite "hello" in the elevator. No names, no conversations. Just a person behind the wall.

She hadn't planned anything special for this New Year. No noisy company, no list of "Monday" resolutions, and no fireworks until the morning. Just a quiet evening, garlands hanging on the window, and tea that was cooling too quickly.

Sometimes home is not walls, but something much more, right? Not an address. And not even the keys in the bag.

Shop windows are flashing, people are running somewhere, and I catch myself thinking, I don't want it to be faster, but warmer. Is it the same with you?

(What does the new year have in store for us?)

Being a twin isn't just a relationship. It's a special world where you're understood without words, but also mirrored in every way.