June 21, 2010
I was living in California when the Northridge quake struck. Although I lived in Marina del Rey, we felt it as well.
I was approximately 3 or 4 am and dark outside. I was in bed. The bed shook and the furniture, in fact the whole room and house was shaking. It’s a very scary experience. I thought the wall might fall in on the bed and me, but I just stayed there and prayed. If I were to get up, it would be worse as the floor was moving, too.
Finally, it subsided and I did get up. Now usually the time is only 3 or 4 minutes for the shaking – of course it seems longer – much longer.
I was lucky. When my neighbor came over to check if I was all right, we inspected the damage. In the kitchen, cupboard doors had opened and dishes and pans were strewn all over the floor, along with supplies. In the rest of the house, knickknacks were on the floor, as well, but there didn’t seem to be any real damage. Needless to say, I did not return to bed.
With the morning came aftershocks, which continued for several days. Some were really strong – 5.3 or 5.9.
The damage in Santa Monica where my friend lived, was very severe. They even tacked up signs on houses and apartments – ‘uninhabitable’ – and people had to find other places to live. It was devastating to see. My friend was pretty shaken up. When the earthquake hit, it blew out the window in her apartment. Of course Santa Monica was closer to Northridge. The freeways were torn up and there was damage everywhere.
I was fortunate to be away from the epicenter. Thank God!