In honour of the upcoming movie release, I read The Hobbit (for the first time) this month. The selection below speaks of journeying- the unwilling part of travel when being at home seems much easier than the harder path of completing the quest. Long days after they had climbed out of the valley and left the Last Homely House miles behind, they were still going up and up and up. It was a hard path and a dangerous path, a crooked way and a lonely and a long. Now they could look back over the lands they had left, laid out behind them far below. Far, far away in the West, where things were blue and faint, Bilbo knew there lay his own country of safe and comfortable things, and his little hobbit-hole. (Kindle location 837)
The Hobbit
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