You know what. I want to go on an adventure and not control my life and not know what the next day will bring. I want breathtaking stories and hot coffee and sitting on yachts surrounded by fog. I want old castles with roofs I would climb and old watches and thick emerald grass that would be wet at dawn. I want dirigeables and compasses and trains and going to save somebody but not knowing exactly where. I want yellow candlelight, sleeping by the campfire, people who would be mysterious but also nice, strange ancient cities, tons of new languages, identifying the stars....
I want fantasy adventure. Is that too much to ask for? Or have I been reading too much fantasy as a child?