As you guys know, I live in Aotearoa NZ – land of the long white cloud – aka Shaky Isles. We’ve had a lot of significant earthquakes in recent years, including the big ones in Christchurch.
I hate earthquakes! I don’t know what it is, but they scare me senseless. I don’t mean give me a fright, I mean a quivering under the table for the next half an hour while I’m a babbling mess! Yes, a polytech class had to halt for a lesson as they tried to pry me out from under the desk once!
I think it is the whole destruction thing, earthquakes can shatter houses and lives.
Not just one house, like a fire, but a whole City.
The people in Christchurch have had a tough time rebuilding, especially with significant tremors since which has caused more damage. When the initial earthquake happened I was working for an Insurance Assessing firm and they asked me to go down. I politely declined. I’m pleased I did.
My mum got caught up in the big one they had in June 2011 – it was as big as the February 22nd quake, and she’d had surgery and was petrified that if she fell on the ground she would pull all the internal stitches. I had to drive down the next day and pick her up. I don’t blame her. I was scared for her.
I have used a earth destroying earthquake in a story – my ‘Memory Recall’ story – which I have yet to finish. It was so big that the city of Nelson sits underwater, and everyone had to move to the surrounding hills. A lot of New Zealand lost its coastal lands and the new coast is miles inland – pretty much Christchurch and Auckland no longer exist in the story.
So there is another insight into what makes me tick.