I just survived my first earthquake. Don't worry I'm alive. It happened at 12:58 a.m. on the Northridge fault. Honestly, I didn't even know it happened. I'm only writing this because Julian started knocking on my door and was like, "Earthquake!"
Not going to lie, I was a little disappointed, but really that is a good thing. I guess I've watched too many films with earthquakes and how they separate the ground and destroy California. At least now I can say I've experienced and survived one, so does that qualify me to be a hero?