Home safe and sound. Have been traveling nonstop the last three days -- Austria to Germany to France to Dubai to home. Am in desperate need of a shower and sleep, but have a heart so filled up with love, it's hard to even explain. I'll get around to it.
Paris was a letdown, just as I thought it would be. But there are reasons for that, which I have thought about in quite a great amount of detail. Later, I'll get into it. For now, let a perfect quote from my new Japanese friend Yoshi sum it up: "I like Paris, but I cannot find the chaos in this city."
I missed Korea more than I have the will to explain. As I've said before (and repeated often these last few days), I don't miss anything after just two weeks. But there you have it. There's a first time for everything. And that, in and of itself, is serious.
It's like when you realize for the first time that you're in too deep with a person. Well, it's like when I realize for the first time that I'm in too deep with a person. Missing something that much is not something I feel comfortable with, but by the time you're at the point where you finally realize what's going on, it's usually already too late.
Sleep, now. Details in the morning.