St. Paddy’s Quake
In case you hadn’t heard, most of LA was rudely awoken yesterday by a 4.4 magnitude earthquake in the Sepulveda Pass, near Encino. I live in Sherman Oaks, just on the east side of the 405 of Encino, and my place is about 4-5 miles from the epicenter.
That shit was terrifying. I was dead asleep when suddenly I was jarred awake by our bed shaking violently and the roar of the walls and windows shaking. I yelled and grabbed Daniela out of fright and concern, and she yelled that we needed to get out of the apartment. We rushed out of bed, threw on some shoes, grabbed sweaters and keys, and burst out the front door. Outside, the pool was sloshing water out of it, and most of our neighbors were outside, struck with panic and fear. After several minutes of standing and listening, we didn’t feel anything else and headed back inside.
We were both really shaken up, and just sat in the living room hugging each other for a few moments. We flipped on the news and started looking around the apartment for damage. At first, we only saw a few jostled and knocked over decorations and pictures. There were a couple small aftershocks within the hour. Upon further inspection, we found a few cracks in the walls of the dining room and bathroom. Hopefully, they’re only surface cracks. The manager asked us to check for them yesterday, so we’re going to let her know today.
Sleeping last night was kinda rough. Both of us were nervous and had trouble falling asleep. Every little noise woke me up. Daniela almost came to work with me because she didn’t want to be alone, but she eventually decided to stay. Let’s hope we don’t have anything like that again any time soon…
P.S. I resent the jokes and humor people who weren’t as affected by it are aiming at it. Yes, no one died and no buildings came down, but it still sucked for the people it scared the hell out of.