Feb 28, 2011 02:31
I thought I was dealing pretty well. I'm certainly less freaked out than Spanish and, although my heart races, I can cope with the shakes.
But tonight I can't stop crying. I keep thinking about all the people that have died or been badly injured and about our beautiful city that is going to take years to recover.
I tried to sleep but my brain wouldn't shut down.
It turns out that one of the babies that died in the earthquake was a friend's son. I haven't seen her in years. I saw photos of her son just after he was born but I never got to meet him. I can't even begin to imagine what she is going through and my heart is just breaking.
I thought about raising the possibility of moving out of Christchurch with Spanish but I've decided against it. I love Christchurch and I want to help it heal. I don't know if things will ever go back to normal but I'm not ready to give up yet. Besides, I'd probably just move to Wellington which is fault-line city so not really escaping the earthquakes.
The police think there will be more than 200 deaths.
I'm going to go help the Student Volunteer Army on Wednesday. I don't own any pants so I'm not sure what I'll do about that. I don't think skirts are really appropriate.
earthquake