According to my housemate and the Sunday evening news, an earthquake shook Tokyo on Sunday afternoon. Now, before we go any farther, one has to understand that I am terrified of the idea of an earthquake. I am sure it comes as a result of growing up in Iowa. Not much experience with earthquakes there.
Anyway, while one of my housmates and I were out shopping on Sunday afternoon, we discussed earthquake preparedness. She’s from Seattle; she has experience. We discussed having an emergency kit and a plan for what to do if a big earthquake hits. She told me what not do do (i.e. run down the stairs), and the best places to be in our house. While she spent all day reassuring me that an earthquake is not near as horrifying as it sounds, we left our other housemate home by herself. So, as we arrived at our doorstep, she met us at the door, frantic.
’DID YOU FEEL THE EARTHQUAKE????’
We thought she was kidding. We thought she could read our minds. We thought she heard us talking on our way to the house and wanted to give us a hard time.
It turns out, according to my housemate and the Sunday evening news, that an earthquake registering 5.1 on the Richter scale rattled houses and stores in Tokyo on Sunday afternoon. As my friend and I planned how to keep me calm in the midst of a terrifying ordeal, one happened and I missed the whole thing. At 4:05 pm I was inside a department store called Tokyu Hands near the busiest train station in the world. No 5.1 buried deep in the earth was going to make us notice. It didn’t reach that far into town, anyway. I talked to other J-3 missionaries who also missed it because of where they were in Tokyo at the time. Missed it completely.
I am terrified of earthquakes …