It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I have my friends, I have my house, I have my cat, and the best possible landlords in the entire world. I received texts from Alison and Alina to let me know the house was still standing and my Ariadne is okay if terrified. I may have cried with relief in the LAX bathroom because I didn't let myself panic while I didn't know. I don't know why someone with anxiety disorders actually handles herself okay in a panic-filled situation, but there you go, right? My landlords (they are Alison and Peter's parents and calling them landlords feels weird, but they ARE) are picking me up from the airport because buses aren't running and they are just so ♥ I logged on to Facebook and I assume it was Mike was messaging me instantly to let me know how things were. What wonderful people I know. God, I am so blessed. Going back to a place where people actually care... What a difference that makes.

The university is closed until September 13th, which means all of my assignments have been pushed back a week. I am not sure if this means CLASSES have been pushed back a week as well which would mean going one week over. Not that I care, because I'm game for anything. Having a week to clean up will be good. Clean up and calm down. Not get in the way while poor Christchurch picks up the pieces. Oh my beautiful city. I could cry for what's been done to you. And I know it could have been far worse. I'm glad it wasn't.

It's almost time to board the bigass plane and wing my way to Auckland. Here's hoping there aren't massive delays to get in to Christchurch in the morning. If there are though, worse things have happened. It will all be okay. I have a raspberry white chocolate mocha and a warm fuzzy feeling inside, even through the surreal sense of horror at seeing the photos.

♥