I've never been a great traveler. Beyond the anxiety I have leading up to a trip, I panic about the silliest things: if I've forgotten my I.D. (I check no less than five times on my way to the airport), whether I'll be jet lagged, and if my coat will be warm enough. I was in New York this week for a quick work trip—36 hours, my quickest yet!—and I'm so excited to get back to L.A. this afternoon. It's my last time traveling for the year and I can't wait to hunker down for the holidays at home with my family. Until then, have a wonderful weekend! x