Those of you who regularly read this blog know how warm and fuzzy I feel about Wellington. All was well in my mind until the 7.0 quake that rumbled through here a couple of weeks ago. It's been followed by a steady assault of little rattlers that get the mind to thinking - especially when prompted by the local newspapers and constant reminders from my conspiracy prone son that it is, after all, 2012.
While not admitting to being a feardy-cat, I will confess that the gentle ache about my imminent departure from Wellington is being somewhat dulled. After what we've been through in New Zealand with quakes and slips and weather bombs and storms roaring in, you start thinking about this stuff despite your braver nature. Where would you go? How would you get water? What would you do if certain buildings came down? These are things that just become part of your Wellington DNA once you've been here for a while - perhaps especially when you know you are leaving.
|The Dom Post's uplifting, pardon the pun, graphic about rising water levels in Welly.|