This is the first day in the new house, and every family member-- me, my wife and our three daughters-- are exhausted by the trauma of buying/selling/moving. And it has been the best experience of my life. Like the Cyclops was for Ulysses, so moving 25 minutes and 13 miles away, to be within a mile and a half from each daughter, has been for me. It asked hard things of me, as a true trial and ordeal should do, and it brought forth responses from me that I was proud to have available to meet the moments that had to be met. I was asked to rise to occasion after occasion--and am still at that point in the process of transitioning from one location to another-- and found myself doing what was called for time after time, being amazed simultaneously with being stunned by another unforeseen reality. I look forward to things settling back into place, and appreciate the growth in maturation this journey has required and produced. The new house is lovely, and we will enjoy it immensely, rejoicing in its company every day, hoping we will never have to move again. What a trip! For 25 minutes and 13 miles!