It is 2 years since the 7.1 earthquake in Christchurch that woke us up and left us feeling shaken and terrified, little did we know at that point of the tragedy which was to come just a few months later. My memory of the night is certainly still very clear as my first experience of an earthquake, unfortunately not to be my last. Losing our house and living in a camper van for a year was a shock initially but made us realise the excesses of our lives before the quake and see what was actually important.
2 years on, the fundamental changes to my life and Astrid’s and our happiness directly or indirectly as a result of that night, the February aftershock and the months that followed I will always be grateful for, however much it was a horrific experience at the time. Sometimes it just takes something huge to slap you round the face and make you realise you just never know what’s coming so you better get on and live your life.
If there is something you always wanted to do or be, go and do or be it or you may just run out of time.
Some were not so lucky and my heart goes out to those who’s lives were lost or changed for the worse by the quake, some of whom were my friends and neighbours.
All the best Christchurch, I hope you will rise a stronger, happier and more beautiful city.