Sapporo

Open tundra; neighing horses; warm rocking carriage cars meandering through  bitter cold  hinterlands along miles and miles of steel tracks cutting through vast windswept snow country - not a soul in sight.   The draw here is the relative quietude of the place.  If moving here, one must think of what benefit there is for old age.   Nothing.  But one must also think about how to earn money.  Nowhere.  One could also think about what's there to do here.  Nothing.  With that said, that's all the more reason to live here.   The routine of waking up in the morning to a typical Japanese breakfast, and then farming the land in order to yield crops.  Raising livestock for milk and dairy and perhaps grooming steers for beef would be the draw.   Your wife could walk around barefoot and pregnant ALL the time.  She never updates her wardrobe, she's a simple girl.   She spends her days making things for me and the kids and organizing meals all day.   I could watch her age with time over lunch, a long thin and fine streak of grey in her hair.  The weather is dry here, so it's never really good for her skin.  It's the little things that matter a lot.   If there's anything to look forward to, it's the delicious meals after working outside in the cold all day.  In the evenings, I always have her beauty to keep me warm; warmed by her bussom.