There is an Ecuadorian superstition that goes like this: If you run around the block with your suitcase at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, you will travel a-plenty in the months to come.

Well, I must not have done it correctly, because I’m cancelling my third trip this year, two of them in the last month. Maybe I’m over thinking things. Maybe it’s just rotten timing, or an instinct to stay still. Either way, I’m worried that this may be a preview of things to come: a future of armchair travel where I book (and cancel) endless trips, never making it past the airport.

Just so you know, I’m not superstitious in the slightest, but I’m SO dragging that bad boy around later this year. I might not even bother unpacking.