It's coming up 12 months since the earthquake that really changed our world.
Part of me feels like we should all be moving on or at least comfortable
with where we are now.
Part of me wonders how life will ever be normal again
and how long it will take to feel completely normal.
It's actually harder than I could possibly imagined to just pick yourself up and carry on.
I guess part of this is the fact that the aftershocks just keep right on coming at us.
Last night alone, there were 5, big enough to make your heart race
and wonder if this is the next "big one".
It's not so much the shakes themselves, or even the effects of seeing your belongings
scattered around the place, or the gaps where the buildings used to be.
It's the fact that you don't know which little shake will be big enough to hurt people,
and you don't know which time you say goodbye, will be the time you want to know where they are.
Picking up the pieces is the easy part.
It's keeping peace in your heart that's the tricky part!!