Out of all the things that travelling through the different worlds have taught me, there was one thing that annoyed me the most. Maybe because I was comparing my own adventures to what I expected an adventure would otherwise look like. Maybe it was because I read too many young-adult novels in my life, changing the expectations from realistic to idealistic. But this one single thing, constantly reminded me how reality didn't confront my own wishes.
And it was time.
It took a long time to travel to our current destination. It was easy to read in a novel that after leaving the city, the cast of the story spent over a week moving towards their next destined place. But when it came to reality, one week that sounded like a little on a paper, turned out to be quite a boring period of my life.
