Confirmation that I didn't fall completely into a black hole

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.