The above photo was taken a year ago today. It shows a backpacker hostel, across the road from my work place.
Can you believe it, no-one was killed in there. Sadly 185 souls were lost that day throughout the city. Our journey from then til now has been charted in various ways and mediums, including this blog. To say that I have 'lost my way' a bit in recent times would be true. It seems the rebuild is taking forever, our battles with our insurance company have been exhausting but at last we feel we are making headway there. I look forward to boring you all with the rebuild of my home.
Today felt weird to me. I veered between wanting to treat it like any other day, but also it was like watching a train wreck - I couldn't look away either.
My workmate and I who were in our building together that fateful day, she had to kcik open my office door and help shift stuff so I could get out, we went and had a quiet drink and raised a glass to how far we have come.
Someone once said you can't move forward without looking back. I'll drink to that, just quietly and respectfully though. Kia kaha, lovely city - we will get our groove back. Just you wait and see.