One year on

Today, a few minutes ago in fact, is one year since the Big Earthquake. I really wasn't sure how I would react to this morbid anniversary. From about 5.30pm, I'd been slowly worrying that something might happen, that somehow the ground would have a memory and shake itself again one more time in honour of last year's hissy fit. I took some action, I decided to take a walk to Seven-Eleven to buy some milk. I thought doing something familiar at the time the earthquake struck last year, then I could forget the fear. If I could walk down the street without the sound of glass breaking and people screaming, then everything would be alright. As it turned out, all I could think about as I was walking under my umbrella was "we were so lucky it wasn't raining last year".

I got back with my milk and all of a sudden started crying. I stopped as quickly as I started, but it made me realise that the Earthquake has affected me more than I've allowed myself to realise. Maybe I should go over the photos from last year and face up to what happened to me. And if it scares me too much, well, I've got milk so I can always make a nice cup of tea. I couldn't do that last year so I should be grateful.