So I knew that I was absolutely showing up with my husband and 4-year-old for this wedding in Madison, Wisconsin, roughly 1,200 miles away from my home in Rhode Island. As with most things in my life, I procrastinated on booking airplane tickets and didn’t start to look at flights until a month or so out. I couldn’t find tickets under $1,300 for the three of us, so my husband and I started to talk about making the journey into a road trip. By that time, the Iran war had broken out, and gas prices were climbing.