I was at work, sitting down to my lunch break, when we heard a whooshing noise, and looked at each other, confused. The floor and walls were shaking (really? is that what happens during an earthquake? enlightening, isn't it?), and the length moulding started sliding around where it was leaning up against the wall. The water cooler was our proof that it wasn't over yet. I thought to myself, "I should do something!" and continued to sit blankly. "I'm not with my kids!" was the only other coherent thought that passed through my mind. After a couple of minutes, we started trying to reach our loved ones, see if they felt it, shake off some of the weirdness. I think that the undercurrent of our strange inability to focus on our jobs was the idea that if it could happen once, it could happen again, and worse.
So yeah, I am not the quickest reactor, or the best at thinking on my feet. If I have a few minutes to process, I can rise to the occasion admirably, but if action needs to be taken within a 2o second window, well, I just might get knocked on the head.
And of course, Rowan and Genevieve were delighted. Experiencing an 'earthqueg' was on their list, too.
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surprisingly enough, I didn't blog about the earthquake. Probably cause I just didn't even feel it here in NYC, for some reason. I was busy playing my ukelele and so maybe I just wasn't paying attention.
I comfort myself with the fact that I certainly did feel two earthquakes while I was in Japan, so at least it's not like I missed my one opportunity to experience an earthquake:)
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