For the last two nights, I’ve been able to sleep right through the night – if we had any aftershocks, I didn’t feel them. Although the very shallow (6km depth) 5.1 aftershock that hit just before 8am woke me – the shaking in that one was very similar to the big earthquake. That aftershock resulted in the State of Emergency, which would’ve been lifted at around 12pm, being extended for another week and Riccarton Mall being closed. This meant that in order for my flatmate and I to get something to eat, we had to go to McDonalds, which wasn’t closed. And it’s bad if you have to reply on fast food for your meals.
We no longer have to boil our drinking water so this means we can actually do our dishes that we haven’t been able to do since Saturday. I have to send my mother a text message every day so she can pass it on to one of my aunts so they can tell my grandmother that I am fine – because my grandmother didn’t believe my mother when she told her that I was fine. My mother also told me that she (my grandmother) actually wanted to send me some groceries – that’s the kind of thing that she does.
I will say that the novelty of the aftershocks is definitely wearing off and that I just want them to fuck off.
