Life in Christchurch is slowly settling into a new kind of normal.
A very different kind of normal to before the earthquake. A life where buildings that have stood for many generations now lie as piles of rubble, many have been cleared and as you drive along, you rack your mind to remember which building stood where... already we begin to forget.
A new kind of normal where little 2 year old girls are too scared to go to sleep in their own bed because 'their bed might shake'.
A new kind of normal where we can no longer do our usual walk along the waterfront because large cracks in the earth now exist where once there was grass.
A new kind of normal where aftershocks are still a daily reminder of the power of mother nature.
But life does move on, as we begin to repair our own home-
We are lucky, luckier than many, we have damage yes, but we still have our home and the damage is nothing insurance won't cover.
Funny thing is, amongst this 'new normal', life really does go on.
Spring is here.
The flowers are appearing in our garden again, encouraged by the warmth of the spring sun.
And for little girls, who have had to experience a fear that little ones should never have to experience, life slowly begins to return to normal.