Lately I’ve felt pangs of guilt about leaving Christchurch while the city is on its knees, and my friends in a cloud of misery. I feel selfish, but I guess sometimes you have to do what you have to do (sometimes cliches provide the easiest route to explaining yrself).

This image kinda sums up how I feel about everyone staying strong and living through the daily grind of quakecity. I may have left for now, but I’m an overpriced plane ticket away. Also, with the level of internet addiction amongst everyone I know, it will be like I never left.