Shaky, Shaky

After years and years, the wait is over. After an astonishing 3 years and 163 days of living in California, I have finally lived through an earthquake. I'll be the first to admit that I've spent a good portion of those 3 and a half years (and by good portion I mean maybe 3 or 4 times) complaining that I've never felt an earthquake. I've had times where people would ask if I'd "felt the earthquake." Too often those quakes were either too small to feel or I had been walking or in a car or asleep and so no, I didn't feel the quake. I felt this one.

Last October, Michelle and Jacob went up to Sunnyvale for a week or so. While they were there, a quake struck. Of course I was mad because we had been living in Sunnyvale for a while, moved, and then just a couple of months after we left a quake happens the one week that Michelle (who lived through the 1989 Loma Prieta quake (of "I'm going to cancel a World Series game" fame)) happened to be visiting.

Well, today was my day. The "big" one hit. Hey, it's the biggest one I've felt. And, I gotta tell you, not as fun as it looks. We see on TV and think "Gee that'd be exciting". Well, it's not. I think that's the one thing that I really took away from this whole trying experience: I don't like earthquakes.