MONDAY JULY 31: SHAKES

Good Morning,

Small entry today documenting that yes, last night, i did experience my first ever earthquake. I thought the first time i was around to feel one I would be terrified...But that was not the case. It was 10:00 p.m., I was cozy in bed, and then for 5 seconds the room vibrated. The bed jostled, the earth let out a low grumble. I thought,"that must be an earthquake." And then I went to sleep.

I am lucky to live on the 9th floor of the residence halls, as the higher you are in the building the less intense the shake is. The top floors wobble rather than shake, similar to the feeling of being on a boat.

I feel like maybe experiencing this earthquake is like...a sign that i've been here for a while. Long enough to feel the earth move. That's far too deep and spiritual. It's just an earthquake.

neat first experience.

Love,

Ellie

The view from outside my window. If you look closely you can see the mountains across the harbor.

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