The Independent Traveller

Flying makes me nervous. Well, not the actually flying, but everything leading up to it. Will I get lost? Am I going at the right time? To the right place? On the right day? 

How do you go from the anxious traveller to the independent traveller? 

Things that don't help, include:

"This doesn't look like you," the man studying my passport photo to issue my boarding pass. 

"Who owns this pink bag?" I raise my hand. "I just have to run it through again." I immediately flashed back to that time I accidentally tried to take a metal knife I'd used for lunch into Animal Kingdom. Just my luck, there'd be another forgotten metal implement. 

One thing does help ease the nerves. After having everyone look at your Christmas socks, knowing that all those security measures mean there is no way you can accidentally hop on the wrong flight. 

I jumped on the right flight and made it safely to Louisville, Kentucky.