What Experiencing an Earthquake in Japan Feels Like for the First Time
It was amusing, not going to lie
“So what have you been up to?” asked a friend who now resides in Chicago, US.
“Not much really. We had an earthquake a couple of days ago, that’s all,” I replied.
“What?”
His reaction was reasonable. That was when I realized the weight of such an event. Yet circumstances during the earthquake made it seem a trivial deal.
I was at work, sitting on my comfy bean bag at home (perks/curse of WFH) when the room windows began rattling.
Having a train right behind my house, this wasn’t new to me. Except there was no train sound. The split second I realized it, the window-rattling transformed into the room shaking – now with all doors and hooks trembling.
Before I could wriggle out of my plushy seat, my two phones (and probably the entire town’s) screeched the warning loudly.
I was so startled that I sat still. Being a little slow with processing things myself, I was then sure that this was it.
However, when I completely stood back up, everything was still again. My friend next door rang my bell. He had run out of the room as a precautionary measure.
