Where you’re going for the holidays
Fact one: at least one of you is a transplant who promised their mom they’d make it home for either Thanksgiving or Christmas last year but then didn’t do either, so this year, you really, really have to. Fact two: some of your friends are throwing a sick Friendsgiving complete with a giant ice block shot turkey that at least one of you really, really wants to attend. Fact three: now you’re fighting about it.
We may be in the South, but we’re not the kind of town where everyone’s getting married at 21 and popping out babies by 22. You’re probably both on career paths worth following, which is why you may think you’re on the same page. That is, until one of you gets an enticing offer for a three-year expat job in Norway that’s vaguely related to oil, and, suddenly, things get really real.