I survived the Christchurch Quake and all I have left is this shitty blog

Well Christchurch is totally fucked.

But I’m alive, and so is my all my family.

And I’m doing what any reasonable New Zealander would do at a time like this.

I’m moving.

Melbourne awaits, it’s legs metaphorically open to me.

And I can rest easy knowing I’m heading to a land flowing with milk and honey, a paradise completely free from devastating natural disasters.

Right?

Actually the move was planned a long time before this second big hit.

Can’t wait to leave after nearly 6 months of shaking.

Fuck this.