It was my first Earthquake. Ever since I've been a little girl, I've thought that living through an earthquake would be nothing short of exhilarating, and it turns out? I was TOTALLY right.
That morning, I opened my eyes and thought, "Ooh! Let's see how late I slept in!" My clock read 6:50am. Not impressive. I rolled over and shut my eyes, determined to fall back to sleep. My phone rang at 7, and I chose to ignore it. But at 7:07, it became clear that sleeping in was simply not going to be an option for me.
My first thought was that my new oscillating fan had fallen over onto my bed, somehow causing my bed to shake. But when pictures started flying off the walls, and my television catapulted off the dresser, I knew something bigger than a tipped fan was going on. I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand and about fell out of bed. It was rockin', and I mean that literally.
It lasted about a minute, which is apparently a long time in earthquake-speak. As you can see, we suffered minimal damage--no one was hurt and the house didn't collapse, which is why its easy for me to use words like "exciting," "exhilerating" and "fun" when describing it, rather than "tragic," "devestating" or "horrendous." And for that, I am thankful.
