Alex got the Singapore offer (and we said yes before we felt ready)
The email arrived on a Thursday while we were arguing about whether to buy a new couch. By Friday we were looking at maps of Singapore like they might rearrange our lives if we stared hard enough.
Alex's consulting team wanted him in the Singapore office. Not a short secondment — a real move. The offer was generous in the ways offers are generous when they are also asking you to uproot: housing help, a start date that felt both soon and somehow already late.
We said yes before we felt ready. That is the honest version. We talked about careers and weather and what it would mean to be a twelve-hour flight from family. We also talked, quieter, about whether waiting for "ready" was just a prettier word for never.
Logistics arrived in a rush: visas, a temporary apartment near Tiong Bahru that we had only seen in photos, packing lists that somehow always forgot chargers. Molly started a spreadsheet titled "things that make a place feel like home" and put coffee, a good knife, and Saturday morning quiet near the top.
Singapore was still abstract then — humidity we had not felt yet, hawkers we had not queued for, a skyline that would later become ordinary. What felt concrete was the decision: we were going. Not because every box was checked, but because the open calendar after graduation finally had a heading again.