I’m Eungul.

Seoul isn’t Bali. Nobody’s booking a flight here for a pool float.
Culture, food, and history collide on the same street corner —
and that collision is the actual point, not a detour from it.

I’ve lived this from the other side of the map too.

Aarhus · Utrecht · Gothenburg · Galway · Edinburgh · Stockholm · Paris · Prague · Copenhagen · Oslo

Every new city started the same way — day one felt electric, day two the algorithm won. I’d follow whatever everyone else was doing, or wander around with zero real direction.

Christchurch, NZ broke the pattern. Seven and a half months, not seven days — long enough for the novelty to wear all the way off, long enough to build an actual routine in a place that wasn’t mine. I know what it feels like to just live somewhere, not perform “visiting” it.

And in every one of those cities, the moments that stuck weren’t the optimized ones. They were the ones where someone who actually lived there sat down and ate with me, or walked me somewhere they genuinely liked — and let me feel what the place was really like, not what it looks like online.

That’s the whole thing I do here.