Earthquake

So, there was a big earthquake in Christchurch last week. I'm okay, and everyone I know is fine. Our flat's still standing, but the wooden frames are getting tired of twisting around. Unlike last time, I was in town, and by all accounts this time around things were much stronger, damaging, and sadly, fatal. The city seems to have been really badly hit - lots of collapsed buildings, cracked roads all over, broken water mains. It's a real catastrophe, about as bad as I could really imagine things getting in New Zealand. It felt like things were getting back on track after the September quake, and now everything's changed, again. The last quake now seems trivial in so many ways, but also like things were better prepared for a response.
I'd thought about what to write for a while, and am still at a loss for words. I really love Christchurch, and intend to stick it out here. I really want things to get better, and know they will - there's been a huge community spirit, and the whole country has been very supportive. If you want to help, the Red Cross is a great place to start.
And another thing - no matter where you are, please make an emergency kit. When this quake hit, I couldn't believe our flat had not stockpiled any water or canned food, especially after we'd lived through the last one.