A lot can change in four years. Children can become teenagers. Weeds can grow over graves. Cities can be re-born. Four years ago I was a 22-year-old junior reporter covering one of New Zealand's deadliest natural disasters. A lot has changed since then and so have I.
This will be my first earthquake anniversary away from home. It will also be the first year I won't write about the grief of someone who lost a loved one in that tragedy. On past anniversaries, I would wander down to the memorial service at Latimer Square, which lies opposite the old CTV site - the deadliest location in the city - with my colleagues from the Press. I would be reserved and quiet. Most of us would. Afterall, we, too, could have died that day.