Agree with your sentiment, Emma. And on top of everything, it seems that all I talk about to "outsiders"of Christchurch are the earthquakes. I'm sure they all think I'm unnecessarily obsessed with them but when you are surrounded by the remnants of broken pathways, endless traffic jams, empty spaces, lost friends and demolished buildings of memories and fun times, you can't help but talk talk talk about it! Even a minor crack in the pathway is up for discussion. And some days I feel a bit gypped when they change the subject - "what?!? You mean you _don't_ want a detailed overview of _when_ that crack in the driveway appeared and _what_ it means to me?!?!". Argh.

Life goes on, but it stills feels off camber for me.