We can all just take a breather for a moment and collect ourselves. Rest assured that as 2016 sits in the corner there, moping about under it's emo fringe, it's parents are on their way to take them home. Don't panic. Day 1 of 2017 though! There are so many possibilities! We could all go sky diving! Or we could take up volunteering! (that probably wouldn't be a half-bad idea for some of you - not naming any names but everyone's looking at you, Trump!)
I believe people are starting to come together, and considering there are 7 billion of us it will always take more than a year. We all have different views, and rightly so, but surely we must all agree that a world focussed on progressing forward and away from hate should always be a slightly better one?
Recovery is a journey, as cheesy as that sounds... and the recent weather has reminded me of how possible it is to overcome things, no matter how horrible things get... it's human nature to grow, to try our hardest to move forward and we should certainly celebrate every success (no matter how small...
Just days after the storm hit, I was there on the ground visiting affected people with our emergency response teams. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was to witness - the warm, festering smells; the brown, damp rubble strewn as far as the eye could see; the body bags lying in the streets and the desperation in peoples' faces.
It took two very anxious hours to make contact with my family. It was my 24 year old nephew who rang to inform me that my immediate family were all safe. As I was speaking to him on the phone there was an aftershock, which was very strong. I could hear in his voice how incredibly scared and afraid he was and I tried to reassure him from thousands of miles away.