I'm buckling my seat belt as the flight attendant walks past me on the four-seat-per-row plane. A young couple with a baby and a toddler situate themselves in the row in front of me. To my left, a father and daughter start watching Frozen together on a computer. It's December 2018 in Indianapolis, so the maintenance crew is taking extra time to de-ice the wings. I'm always okay with waiting if it means a safer flight. I'm in no rush. I've had a long day and I can't wait to settle in for a nap as I make my way home to Alabama.