“It was a day that started just like any other…
…when I woke up that morning, I, along with everyone else in this city of 350,000, had no idea that in just a few hours, the life that I knew would be turned upside down forever.”
About the book:
At 12.51pm on Tuesday 22 February 2011, a massive magnitude 6.3 earthquake hit Christchurch, New Zealand centred at the Lyttelton Tunnel in the Port Hills within 10km of the city centre and within 5km of the suburb of Mt Pleasant where I was at home at the time. The earthquake killed 185 people, injured about 2000 more, caused mass destruction in the City Centre and in the Eastern suburbs. A year on, and we are still reminded daily of the earthquake – we’re still out of our homes, buildings continued to be torn down around us, we’re still driving on damaged roads, the city centre still remains closed, many people have still not returned, and of course, the ground is still shaking with continuing aftershocks. The violence of the ground shaking recorded in the Christchurch earthquake is the largest recorded in any city in the world, ever.
This is just my story of that one day – everyone will have their own story. My story only captures my experiences on that one day – I am yet to document the days, weeks and months of sadness, frustration and insecurity that followed. This is my attempt to help the rest of the country and the world understand what the people of Christchurch have been through and continue to go through here.
Why did I write the book?
My story is not the most scary, horrifying or traumatic story out there about the February earthquake, but to me, 12:51 on Tuesday 22 February is all those things, and in the months that followed, I found myself getting thrown back to that terrifying moment in my mind and it was suggested to me that perhaps if I write down exactly what happened that day, it may help me deal with it. This is why I wrote it.