If you've followed this blog since the beginning, you would know I am a little bit bitter about not feeling earthquakes in New Zealand. I'm over that now.
This morning, around 3:30, I awoke to the bed swaying gently around the room. Or at least that's what it felt like. Chad was out in the family room on a call with the states, taking care of some business. He ran into the room with his eyes wide open and asked if I had felt it. Yes, I did. Is that what an earthquake feels like? I really was expecting a bone rattling sort of mind numbing shaking.
We were talking about it at dinner, and apparently many people were awaken by the shake. Elena slept through it, she was disappointed.
I looked it up, because I was curious. The quake was a 5.6, off the east coast of Taiwan at 3:37 a.m. What was felt here in Taipei was 3.0. My gentle sway has the potential to be a lot worse. Chad says it was not a gentle sway. He said I was half asleep. What really happened was, the room shifted and the apartment creaked. It was rather freaky.
As I was sitting here this evening, contemplating writing a blog to document my experience, the room swayed once again. This time my eyes were big. It felt like it lasted forever, like maybe 20 seconds or so. Elena ran out of her room and her eyes asked if it was an earthquake. Yep.
So two in one day. My heart is a bit on edge right now. I think I've had enough excitement for the next three years.
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