Mistson

Four days passed by and in an hour, I will reach Mistson. It has been more than seven months since I have last seen my parents. Though I talked to them weekly, it is not as good as seeing them.

The pain of the break up is still fresh in my heart; ever since Rachel left, I have thrown myself into the work, not getting even a moment for myself. I hope time with my family would dull the pain of the breakup a little.

These four days have been very fruitful; I was able to solve many small problems with my moves and add some tiny things to improve their performance. The progress was small but satisfying.

Few hours passed by, and I came across the unbelievable scenes. I saw hundreds of tall snowy mountains that are thousands of meters tall, and then the beautiful buildings are buildings that have been built.