Ok, I will admit that I took this title from another blog...but I think it is appropriate title for this entry. The thought hit me as I was walking down to Lyttelton in order to go to the library to print out my TGV train ticket and photocopy my visa that earthquakes have become the stuff of life for me in Christchurch. I barely flinched as I felt the concrete shift beneath my feet, infact the thought crossed my mind that I finally knew what it felt like to experience an aftershock while walking.
The fact that earthquakes have become the stuff of life was reconfirmed once I got to the library and found the information professionals (no they are not librarians) and library patrons all in a discussion over the aftershock and looking at geonet to see the size of the latest one. So having established that earthquakes for me have become the stuff of life in Christchurch the question for me remains....when will earthquakes stop feeling like the stuff of life.
Also in terms of stuff... my packing has barely started, all it consists of at the moment is of me having put glassons/ farmers/ warehouse bags fill of stuff I have brought into my suitcase. I guess I should get onto actually starting to pack properly...although that would make everything seem more real and since there are still moments were the thought of leaving fills me with terror I might put it off a bit longer....
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