To be shaken so hard by an earthquake and the subsequent shattering of glass, right before I was about to be alarmed by my alarm clock is definitely one of the scariest things I’ve experienced, recently at least. At around 6:30am this morning, my husband and I were literally forcefully shaken awake by a 4.4 earthquake that was cenetered not far from where we live. We live on the top floor of a condo building, but from what I’ve heard from people’s reactions online, most everyone in the near vicinity felt it, whether they were on the ground or a few floors above it.
It was an earthquake that was not far below the surface, only 5.3 miles, according to news reports this morning. I have never even thought about depth of quakes before and how that might make the shock feel stronger. It certainly did in our experience today! I’ve experienced a few small quakes in my ten years of living in Los Angeles but this one took the cake of the strength of the shake. I’m a poet. I know it.
As soon as the shaking calmed down a bit, my husband and I both jumped out of bed; I ran to our three year old daughter’s room, he ran to his eighty-three year old mother’s room. Our three year old started crying and said, “I don’t want our house to be shaking mommy!” I held her tight and told her it was okay and that the earth just went scribble scrabble. That’s something the teachers say at the school she attends when children draw frantically and scribbly all over a page. She understood, I stayed calm and she quickly followed suit.
While my husband was in with his mom, I walked down the hallway with our little lady in my arms and was in awe at how nearly all of our framed art on the walls was drastically tilted. It was very surreal. I was half awake and entirely dumbstruck. It’s funny how when your brain knows what’s going on, it also still acts completely stupid and takes a long time to process everything that’s going on.
Our one window that faces the atrium of our building was open. I heard one of our kind neighbors stick his head out of his front door asking, “is everyone okay?” Another neighbor peeped her head out and said, “was that an earthquake?! wow! We’re okay.” I stuck my head out, waved and said, “we’re okay too!”
I kept looking around the house for what could have possibly broken. All the bottles of wine were in one piece *THANK GOD*, none of the framed photos had come off the wall. I cracked open the door to the guest bathroom and saw broken pieces of white ceramic. I went inside, like a fool because I didn’t have shoes on, and saw that one of fancier toilet brush holders (this is actually a possibility) I had gotten at IKEA and installed on our walls had jumped off the wall in an apparent nervous attempt to make a run for it. I guess it didn’t realize it didn’t have legs and couldn’t get too far. Even the toilet looks surprised that this thing came off the wall. I have two other ceramic brush holders installed in our other two bathrooms and they didn’t go anywhere. So curious.
Anywho, all is well with us in SoCal; just shaken, and slightly stirred. 😉