So… today, I was having a very relaxing Easter Sunday afternoon cleaning my loft, listening to good music, reflecting on life, etc. (after working for about 3 hours in the a.m. before going to church).
All of a sudden, as I was texting a friend, I felt like my body was shaking, and then I realized my entire loft was shaking. It was another earthquake! I dove under my table and tried not to panic but I was seriously panicking. After what seemed like forever, the shaking slowed down so I thought it was over and then it started up again. I called my mom because I honestly started thinking that maybe this was the “big one” and my 1929 building could come tumbling down at any moment.
I started crying on the phone because I was so freaked out. And when it was over, and my building didn’t come crashing down, I crawled out from the table and looked outside, and everyone was walking around like everything was normal. I guess on the ground you couldn’t really feel it, but I definitely felt it in my high rise apartment.
Turns out it was a 7.2 in Baja California, which is just across the border from California in Mexico. SCAAAAAAARY! It was followed by like 20 aftershocks. In response, I decided to build a little fort. I pushed my dining room table up against the back of my couch (it was already behind it but there had been a gap before), and put all my emergency water, a flashlight, and some snacks down there.
Honestly, if something REALLY bad happened, my little fort probably wouldn’t do much to protect me, but at least it makes me feel a little safer. I’m considering putting a blanket and pillows under there and sleeping under there. I think maybe this means I need to get out of earthquake country 😉