Cultural Jetlag

I can't belive it's been so long since I've posted here. There's been many times, many days, that I've thought about writing up an insight, a memory, a revelation... but I haven't because I don't have time.

I know it's not 'realistic', the way I was living while traveling. While I don't consider it a vacation, it was a 'vacation' from life. Meaning: no work, no to-dos, no schedules, etc... There was time to do whatever I wished. Sometimes there was too much time – I'm speaking of nights when I was bored but didn't feel like doing anything; an uncomfortable state of mind. But I'm not complaining –

Lately, I've been thinking about the slow pace I got used to in Asia: it's physical, mental, spiritual. And I miss it. I feel rushed to do things, to think of things. I feel like I'm running through the weeks instead of strolling. It's not because I choose to; I'm forced to in the society here, to keep up.