Bloody weather
Um... Christchurch people? Do you still have internet / home / life?
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So here's what happens when you spend the first half of a day with your head in a book and the second half of a day at a swimming pool with your best friend and a 5-year-old. You miss things. Like tectonic plates shifting like hell under Christchurch.
Every time I've gone over there, there's been some conversation about how overdue this coming earthquake was, and the stores that some people had of tinned food, and in my memory, I can see a lightheartedness about all these discussions that I feel bad for because I'm not sure that they really were there in those conversations and, you know, now it's really happened.
Now I'm sitting here writing to distract myself as I'm still waiting for more email notices to trickle back letting me know that people I know over there aren't dead and I'm feeling horribly remiss and guilty for not being in much contact with most of those people as my heart pounds in my chest and is making my fingers all kinds of shaky. That's really not helping the typing.
I remember finding out last night at a service station while I was filling up the tank. Mostly, what I was thinking as I was staring at the screen was, When did it happen that service stations had TV to distract you into putting more petrol into your tank? But then psuedonym777's like "Yeah, earthquakes all over Christchurch. Hope you didn't know anyone there?" And while that's filtering through, he must have seen the look on my face, cause he continued, "Wait. You didn't know?" Somehow, those words were the most terrifying. Because how could I not know? I mean, I've just spent the day having a whole bunch of swimming related fun and good study before that and people I know could be hurt or homeless or worse.
Wasn't the best information to have just before driving the rest of the way home. Keeping my mind on the driving left me with the feeling that I was swerving all over the road and going over the speed limit and going under the speed limit and then swerving some more.
Pictures are... intense. Every so often, I come across a photo of a street I used to walk down, or a building that looks like post-apocalyptic worlds I've been writing about for years. One part of me is sitting there thinking, My god, that looks amazing, and then the rest of me feels terrible because it's not special effects and it's not photo-shopped and when September 11 happened, I remember thinking that 9.30am was a strange time to have an action movie on TV.
Emails... I have emails...
Edit:
So here's what happens when you spend the first half of a day with your head in a book and the second half of a day at a swimming pool with your best friend and a 5-year-old. You miss things. Like tectonic plates shifting like hell under Christchurch.
Every time I've gone over there, there's been some conversation about how overdue this coming earthquake was, and the stores that some people had of tinned food, and in my memory, I can see a lightheartedness about all these discussions that I feel bad for because I'm not sure that they really were there in those conversations and, you know, now it's really happened.
Now I'm sitting here writing to distract myself as I'm still waiting for more email notices to trickle back letting me know that people I know over there aren't dead and I'm feeling horribly remiss and guilty for not being in much contact with most of those people as my heart pounds in my chest and is making my fingers all kinds of shaky. That's really not helping the typing.
I remember finding out last night at a service station while I was filling up the tank. Mostly, what I was thinking as I was staring at the screen was, When did it happen that service stations had TV to distract you into putting more petrol into your tank? But then psuedonym777's like "Yeah, earthquakes all over Christchurch. Hope you didn't know anyone there?" And while that's filtering through, he must have seen the look on my face, cause he continued, "Wait. You didn't know?" Somehow, those words were the most terrifying. Because how could I not know? I mean, I've just spent the day having a whole bunch of swimming related fun and good study before that and people I know could be hurt or homeless or worse.
Wasn't the best information to have just before driving the rest of the way home. Keeping my mind on the driving left me with the feeling that I was swerving all over the road and going over the speed limit and going under the speed limit and then swerving some more.
Pictures are... intense. Every so often, I come across a photo of a street I used to walk down, or a building that looks like post-apocalyptic worlds I've been writing about for years. One part of me is sitting there thinking, My god, that looks amazing, and then the rest of me feels terrible because it's not special effects and it's not photo-shopped and when September 11 happened, I remember thinking that 9.30am was a strange time to have an action movie on TV.
Emails... I have emails...