Separated by an ocean and a difference of seven hours [but channeling Anastasia by saying we’ll be “together in Paris”], Allison and Molly [that’s us] are twenty-something friends who send each other messages about the macro and the minutiae. Join us as we figure out what being an adult means, chat…
In which we try and figure out whether or not we’re grown-ups and when one reaches adulthood.
In which I’m crying, you’re crying, we’re all crying - but why?
In which we talk about how we became friends by eating Chinese food and touching toes [not a euphemism].