Some time around 12:30am, I am woken up from a sound sleep and my bed is gently shaking and the dogs are barking. In my dazed and confused state, I figured it was a big truck driving by. Then I remembered where I am and that no big trucks drive by the house. My next thought is, "oh no it must have been an explosion." Then I realize that my bed is still shaking and it's gotten worse. Along with bed, I can hear the clothes hangers banging against the closet door and the cabinets under the bathroom sink are rattling. I swear I saw the walls moving, but I was half asleep so that may not be true. It ended just as gradually as it started but it felt like it lasted for 5-10 minutes. In reality it was about 15 seconds.
Needless to say it freaked me out. I was so disorientated and wasn't really sure what had happened. Being woken up from a deep sleep is always terrible but it really stinks when its because of an earthquake. It took me a few seconds after it all ended to remember that I read something a while back that there are earthquakes here. Then a another few seconds to remember that I should have grabbed my passport and stood in the door frame.
The next 20 minutes or so were spent sending text messages to make sure the rest of the team was alright. It was over an hour before I was able to think about going back to sleep and even then I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking, "My sister Andrea lives in California and she lives through them, so chill out." But seriously, like this country doesn't have enough struggles, I now have to add earthquakes to the list?!
I learned this morning it was a 6.2 -not bad for my first one! But this was an experience I could have missed and been perfectly happy about it. Thankfully we are all ok and I didn't feel any aftershocks. Let's hope this was my last one.
Keep Smiling!
