So, tomorrow is the big day. I'm leaving for a trip to my parents house on an airplane, all by myself. It's been a good 4 hundred years since I've last flown, and I'm a little nervous about it. I don't worry that the plane will fall out of the sky. (Well, I do a little bit, thanks mom!)
I don't worry about hijackers or possibly having to use incredibly small toilets that suck with the force of 67 Dyson vacuum cleaners and use some kind of blue flushing liquid.
I'm worried about bringing something that might be confiscated, like bottled water or hair gel. I'm worried about checking in. I've already pre-printed my boarding pass, but do I still have to check in somewhere? Do I have to take my shoes off to get through the metal detector? Do I have to have my luggage checked by bomb sniffing dogs?
I've completely forgotten what to do in an airport and I'm fairly sure I will do something wrong, which will in turn create suspicion which will probably result in a full search of my luggage and the public displaying of my underwear. This is my fear.
There was a time I felt like quite a proficient traveler, but those days have passed.