Growing up on an island in the Atlantic, I was used to certain weather patterns. Cold (but not too cold) winters, hot (but not too hot) summers and springs/falls of a decent length. Just about the only type of severe weather we would get was hurricanes. A tornado hit the island once, but I missed it as I was away on summer vacation.
I moved to Ohio 11 years ago and things are different. Tornadoes are a seasonal thing. There is no spring or fall, and I’ve complained several times before about the cold bleak winters. But one thing I’ve never been subjected to in Ohio or out East was an earthquake. Until today.
I was sitting in my office when I felt a rumble. Because I’m up on the 17th floor, I thought it was the building settling or something. It wasn’t until my Tweet Deck started going crazy that I realized it may have been more than that (not to mention clicking on #earthquake froze up my Tweet Deck for an hour or so).
I’m not saying I’d want to go through another one, because I wouldn’t. And I’m sure if I was closer, I would have felt a lot more than a rumble. But at least I can say I survived my first earthquake.