A syzygy

That is what is going on right now, Reader, a syzygy of emotion, contrast, and activity. The home is coming together, the nation may be falling apart, and my unwavering commitment to positivity remains just that. I. Will. Not. Waver. But I sure hope the polls do.

In other news: our apartment building is like Friends, except a fraction of the size of course and the boy girl ratio is more in mine and Molly's favor. We've discovered a special friend scurrying in the kitchen, whom Molly alternately calls "Pappy" or "our white whale" and all I will say is he is too big to squish so Xin has fashioned a bludgeon out of a knife handle and duct tape. However, Pappy remains at large.  

My job search consists of "networking" like the shameless Ivy League grad I am. 

I've got this great photo that illustrates the first few weeks here so perfectly. It's full of symbolism and many layers of meaning as well as Polish foodstuffs and I'll upload it soonish.

I still have some burny feeling in my gut/heart area.