I've gone through four versions of this post, and eventually I decided that the best information in some cases is no information at all. Through no fault of anyone, I had a pretty crappy evening of the type that makes you want to curl into a ball and apologize for everything you've ever done wrong. When I sat down at my computer to Skype my mom and cry, I looked out my window and saw the almost-full moon rising over the Bosphorus, with a few wispy clouds floating near the moon.
My great-aunt Sally always used to call this a buttermilk moon, because the full moon lights up the clouds like bright white milk in the sky. I wish she had lived to see me take this job - I think I got the itch to travel from her. But now, when all I need is a hug from a loved one, and my nearest family member is 6,000 miles away, I feel like I got my hug tonight.