Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling as much as the next person. The thrill of getting woken up at an ungodly hour by my parents to grab a Caribou and wait in security lines for about an hour always delights me. But all that early morning excitement flies out the window when I find out that my dad booked tickets too late, so I have to sit alone in the last row of the plane, stuck between a screaming child and a sweaty, snoring old man. The terrible turbulence of the plane, combined with the nasal condition of my neighbor and a broken headphone, make for a sleepless three hours that would ruin the thrill of travel for anyone.