The Coast Of Arizona Is Lovely

I've experienced three decent-sized earthquakes and two minor ones since I've been in California. I'm sure native Californians and transplants who have been here a lot more years than I have would classify them as three minor earthquakes and two that were weaker than a semi-truck's rumble, but it's all relative. Laugh at me if you will, but I routinely went to school in six-feet of snow. My mom forced me to play outside in blizzards because "the sun was still shining.". I can deal. So I'm sticking with three decent- and two minor-sized 'quakes.

My attitude towards eathquakes is fairly cavalier. A smile comes across my face and my adrenaline kicks in and I hold on for the ride. Like Mother Nature's roller coaster. Part of this is because, as referred to, I haven't experienced a serious tumbler. (Do they call them tumblers? I don't know.) Another part is that I don't own; I rent. My house is on a hill -- a very steep hill -- and theoretically it could fall down the 45-degree incline during the most basic of 'quakes. Hell, I sleep with one eye open and ready to bolt out the door in case the house starts sliding just because.

Yesterday was one of the "decent-sized" (my classification, not the geographical people's) earthquakes. It was all very exciting until I thought, well, I don't own the home, but all my shit is in that home.

Suddenly they aren't as much fun.