In a few short days, droves of people busting at the seams (mostly from a few too many sugar cookies) will be trying to shift and shimmy into airline seats fit for a 10-year-old child. Singles, couples and families will jet across this vast country for joyous holiday feasts and festivities. But mixed in amongst these "home for the holiday" travelers is a completely different breed of traveler: the expat.
With the exception of those who have their 25-year-olds back living in their childhood bedrooms and their mothers moved into their guest rooms, getting everyone together for the holidays is difficult. Yet the notion of "going home for the holidays" is the gold standard of holiday happiness. Your holiday will not be complete if each and every living blood relative and then some aren't gathered under the same roof. It's what we are supposed to do at all costs. And I do mean at all costs.