It’s hard to know how to put today into words. Like many other kiwis living away from New Zealand, I’ve been in shock ever since I woke up and saw the breaking news on the BBC. Trying to understand it all and grasp the reality of what has happened is almost impossible. Things like this don’t happen in our small island nation. To me, it didn’t seem real, until I walked into my underground station. Right there on the front page of the Evening Standard newspaper, the horrific reality of events. All the world’s eyes were watching. The country I now call home was focused on my beautiful home country.
Galentines day began for me three years ago. I still can’t remember which one of my friends posted about it on Facebook, but as soon as I saw it, the idea it was planted in my brain. At the time, I didn’t think much of it (as many of us do when we get lost in the scroll), but as the days went by I couldn’t stop thinking about that small little clip. I needed to know more.