brutal. And to be honest, I wasn’t exactly slumming it during my two months in Seoul. Korea is nice and I got accustomed to all the nice things so it’s been a shock, this mess, the snarls of motorbike traffic around campus. The general slow-pokey backwardness of it all.

But it feels like home, like a place where I can fit back into the rhythms of things and not be distracted by all the beautiful plastic Korean girls.

Iowa or bust. Application deadline six months away. Let’s get this started… once I’ve had time to sleep.