I find it terrifying to actually book a plane ticket. I’m not afraid of flying, I’m afraid that I’ll have screwed up the dates despite checking eight times, or that I’ll have bought a ticket to the wrong city, or simply that there must be a better flight out there, with better seats on an airline that gives everyone free first-class upgrades and has an open bar and puts all of the chatty people in rows with each other.

Yes, I am traveling for Christmas, god help me.