I have been living in Minnesota for over twenty years now.

People often refer to Minnesota as "the land of a thousand lakes," but in reality, there are over ten thousand lakes.

Thanks to these lakes, the water sparkles in the summer, refreshing the spirit, and in winter, the laughter of those enjoying ice fishing can be heard.

When I first experienced a Minnesota winter after growing up in Korea, I thought this place was unlivable with temperatures dropping below -20 degrees, but I was surprised to see the locals joyfully skating on the lakes, embracing winter. It seems that not fearing the cold and finding a rhythm in life is a characteristic of the people here.

Living here, I have noticed a strangely calm energy in this state. People often use the term "Minnesota Nice" to describe Minnesotans, which is more about quietly showing consideration without revealing discomfort rather than being overly friendly.

For example, if I accidentally bump a cart while shopping, before I can apologize, the other person smiles and says, "Oh, sorry."

In that moment, a warm yet awkward energy flows. However, this kindness does not always signify deep friendship or sincerity, as there is a tendency to be outwardly friendly while keeping inner feelings hidden.

On weekends, the locals drive their RVs into the woods or kayak across the rivers.

At first, I found it strange, but now, spending time with my family by the lake, setting up a tent, and watching the stars has become the most precious experience.

When the starlight sparkles on the white snow, it feels as if I am in a forgotten place in the world, and this tranquility makes me feel more vividly alive.

Winter is long, and sometimes it feels too long, but because of that, the change of seasons comes dramatically.

The joy of seeing the frozen lakes melt and the light green grass sprouting where the snow has melted is hard to express in words. It is the joy of spring that only those who have endured a long winter can understand.

If spring in Korea begins with vibrant flower petals, spring in Minnesota starts with the sound of ice breaking and the smell of mud. That rough beginning brings me closer to the essence of life.

The greatest lesson I have learned in my twenty years in Minnesota is that "life is not about enduring but flowing together."

Even on nights when blizzards rage, seeing people stop their cars and help each other push their way home makes me realize how fragile yet resilient humans are. And within that, I feel myself gradually becoming more rooted as a person here.

The landscapes of Minnesota can be rough at times, and the kindness of its people can feel unfamiliar, but this place has opened my eyes to new perspectives.

When I was younger, I chased success and speed, but now I find happiness in spending a day watching the clouds reflected on the lake.

Ultimately, what I have learned in this land is simple.

How to find warmth in the cold, how to meet myself in the silence, and the courage to approach each other without hesitation while respecting each other's space.

This is perhaps the gift that Minnesota has given me and the characteristic of life I have felt here.