It turns out I did not fall into a black hole. It was more like a charcoal hole or maybe just brownish black.
This last move may be the MOST stressful thing I have ever done. Don't forget, I've gone through epidural-less birth five times, plus a bonus epidural-full birth, and survived my husband's medical school and his residency and his job as an ER doc. Not to mention no less than THREE other cross country moves with a total of 10 moves (in 6 states) during my 15 years of marriage.
This was still the worst; I'm still not exactly sure why. Hence the self-imposed silence. It took everything I had to hold onto my sanity as we packed, moved, unpacked. Although I can't say I kept an exactly firm grasp; it was more like a loosely held idea of sanity.
But don't worry, this horrible, stress-filled move garnered many funny tales. Like how we got to our new town December 21st, but our Suburban- which began the trip with us driving in it- only arrived last night. Fun times, I tell you, fun times.
Internet. I know I lived almost 2/3 of my life without it. I just can't remember how. It was its arrival last Friday that finally had me see the light out of my information-and-communication-dark hole I'd sequestered myself in all this time.
So, this is a quick "I'm still here" post. I will post pictures of the house and regale you with tales of our drive soon. I promise.
Unless I accidentally fall into a real black hole.