Addicted to the whirlwind

Still recovering from the 14 hour direct flight from Atlanta to Seoul, Korea is a whirlwind. I'm loving it here. While I believe that's an honest assessment of my time spent up until now (all of 30 hours ;)), I'm not convinced that it's a completely accurate one. Surely things will slow down and I'll hit a routine like everyone from little Bryson City to Paris seems to find.  It's inevitable that I'll hit a groove and everything will seem a little less spectacular.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't find comfort in routine, but there's something to the movement and bustle of a slightly nomadic life that appeals to me too. It's not as if I want to be without a permanent home forever, though I have friends and family who joke that I can't stay in one place for too long. Perhaps they're right.  I can only try to explain it this way:  It's like the expression, "your eyes were bigger than your stomach," but this time what I want to gobble up is the culture and the lifestyle and the landscapes.  I just have so much I want to see and do.  So for now, I'm addicted to the whirlwind.