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Wednesday, October 17, 2012


Because our flights home from San Diego were messed up, I was up for a good 32 hours. By 7 last night I was crashing. I had just crawled into bed with a book when my house started shaking. I live fairly close to the airport, so at first I though it was just a low flying plane. But this was louder and stronger than ever before. For a good 30 seconds, I sat in bed as the world rattled. And then it was over.

I sent my boyfriend a message "Um are we having an earthquake?" He said he was at work and didn't feel anything. I went downstairs and opened my front door to see if my neighbors had come outside. They hadn't. So I thought I was crazy.

Then my phone started exploding with text messages. It was an earthquake and the epicenter was close to my house!

My West Coast friends are making fun of how we are reacted to a 5.0 magnitude earthquake. It's no biggie, I know. But this is Maine, we don't get earthquakes!

1 comment:

  1. Ha ha! I would have reacted the same way! Was this your first quake? I have never been in one!