Holy cow, you guys. I just lived (hell, most of the East Coast just lived) through my first decently sized earthquake. I have the day off today, and I’m sitting in my living room and all of a sudden I feel the wall behind me vibrating – at first I blew it off as the laundromat downstairs, since, as I’ve posted before, those spin cycles shake the hell out of my building. And then the walls started swaying, like the building was on wheels and someone was pushing it from the side, and the floor was rolling and I’m like “Holy shit, this is either an earthquake or my building is collapsing” (it’s pretty ancient, y’all). It felt like it was going on awhile and I’m like “How long are these things supposed to go?” and “This is going to bring this building down – a light breeze probably could” and finally I shoved myself in my doorway, since that’s what I’ve learned from Hollywood (Thanks, old-time episode of Our House I saw in like 1985! Seriously, that’s always stayed with me, as has how to do CPR via Punky Brewster. But I digress). The cat was just standing in the kitchen, all hunched down, and we shared a MEOW?/WTF? look while listening to all the glasses in my cabinet clang together, before the floor gave one last buck and stopped. Then, with shaking hands, I called my mom and was like “I think we just had an earthquake.”
No real damage that I can see, though it did knock my Yankee hat off my hall table. Oh, yeah, it’s on, nature:
Anyway, minor quake to many, but yeah, pretty INSANE if you’ve never experienced something like that before.
