Along with “maybe I should move here and start a new life as Someone Who Could Afford This Airbnb as Their Everyday Apartment,” my most common thought while on holiday is “I wonder what would happen if I threw my phone off this bridge?” The pressures of a modern holiday are almost all caused, or at least exacerbated, by my phone: Should I update the group chat about the dog I saw wearing the same coat as its owner? Has my mom checked on my safety for the eighth time today? If the world doesn’t need another Boomerang of a white girl clinking rosé on a European patio, why am I so compelled to post one? In the grip of its endless access to new destinations, user–generated best–of lists and forums on which to brag about my #jetset lifestyle (a.k.a. my game–time decision to upgrade to premium economy), my holidays have become overscheduled, overstressed and overshared online.
I say, no more. I’m putting my foot down (in premium economy you have room to do that) and taking back my holiday. If you’d like to join me, here’s how:
