I used to find earthquakes fascinating and would stop what I was doing to observe the earth going nuts. No fuss, no muss, no stress, just a detached scientific interest. After what happened in Christchurch in 2011, I don’t have the luxury of that kind of innocence. I’m acutely aware of the devastation a big earthquake can create. So, when we have big ones like we did today (a 6.6 followed by a whole lot of aftershocks), I’m scared. I cower in doorways feeling my heart race and adrenaline surge.
Petra’s not happy either. She raced under the kitchen table for each aftershock and is currently refusing to be in her bedroom by herself. Getting her to sleep could take some time.
There are no reports of injury or major damage. But, we’re all very edgy, fearing another Christchurch. Everyone poured out of downtown after this afternoon’s quakes, creating commuter chaos.