Melbourne, The Place To Flee (Now They Throwin’ Earthquakes At Me. How Can This Be?)

Anyone who’s in Australia knows about the earthquake we had today.

What a rare thing to happen.

It’s the only thing that anyone has been talking about because it really doesn’t happen here. We get tremors occasionally and if you’re lucky once in a while you’ll actually feel it. Like that one time my mom came running out of the bedroom yelling “DID YOU FEEL THAT?” and everyone looked at each other like she was insane. Turns out she was one of the lucky ones and felt something. You’d have to be pretty sensitive to your surroundings to feel it.

This on the other hand was an actual earthquake. No 2.3 magnitude shake. We had a 6.0 on our hands or more accurately put, under our feet. (Depending which news article you look at it the range was anywhere from 5.8 – 6.0. Point is, it was defined as a quake)

But today was the first time I’ve been involved in an earthquake. And it got me thinking, I don’t really know what do to in one. I don’t think many people really know or remember. In my area it wasn’t to the point of hiding under something. To be honest, while it was happening my brain wasn’t putting it together and by the time it was over it was still trying to make sense of what the fuck happened.

Who expects something that doesn’t EVER happen to happen?

I guess that’s what they mean by ‘expect the unexpected’…. Great. I’ll do that from now on! Volcanos next? Or how about my absolute earthly fear… sinkholes (that may have to be another post).

There I was minding my own business, being lazy and dragging my ass out of bed at 9:15am. I put on some clothes and was getting ready to message my boss to tell him that I had a migraine. I was planning on doing some light work today. As I stepped out the bedroom, Brendan swung open his office door – “Do you feel that?”. As the words left his mouth it was as if they moved the walls. The sound was so weird. I don’t think I’ve heard anything like it… probably because I haven’t. It was a rumble. Like something was going through the house. We were upstairs and the floor started swaying and all I could do was stand there and say “What the fuck is going on?” with my arms spread out. It lasted a couple seconds but it felt like a full minute.

It took me a second to want to move and then once I did I kind of just paced the house still putting together that I actually felt firsthand what it was like to be in an earthquake and more so, saw a house move while being in it.

“Yeah… I know those get worse, but I actually don’t want to do even that one again” I said to Brendan afterwards. He’s experienced them before while visiting Bali. Me, I’d rather not.

For the rest of the day it was the only topic of conversation which was actually refreshing. I’m over hearing about Covid and Lockdowns. Oh, now we have protesting happening the last 3 days in a row. To be honest, the earth shaking was a nice change of pace. The anxiety that came with it throughout the day, not so much.

For about an hour afterwards I was distracted. Especially hearing about aftershocks. It’s 11pm right now and I’m worried it could happen while I’m in bed. CAUSE IT COULD! With any slight sound I heard my head would fling around in defense mode figuring out my nearest escape route.

Which brings me to that.

They say get under a table. Or stand in a doorway but surely me doing that in a double story home is a certified deathwish. I’m gonna have a roof, plus 2 toilets, 2 showers, a bathtub PLUS THE WHOLE DAMN FLOOR fall on me and you’re saying there’s a chance of survival? But going outside is a no go? I feel like I could have a better chance of running from a collapsing building rather than roll up in a ball and survive it collapsing on me.

And then my dogs. Should I have them living in their harnesses 24/7 just in case I got to leash them up and pull them to safety cause there’s no way I could pick them up and run with them? I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t listen anyway. My cat on the other hand, I have faith she’d make it out alive. Cats always seem to work shit out. I’ve already thought about my fish…. Unfortunately, I cant work out an escape route for them.

But this has given me a couple things to think about. Hopefully these things won’t keep me up at night considering they’re telling us it could happen at any moment for up to a month.

I will end on this note: What the fuck is happening with those underground plates? What is making it shift like that? It would have been an awesome day to be a Seismologists. I’m sure every day would be cool but I imagine they would be looking at the same ol’ places. Yanno, you’re Vanuatu, Bali… places that you hear about getting them on a regular basis. Then today you’re sitting at your desk getting ready for the same places to pop up and suddenly HOLY SHIT VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA! What the hell is going on there… that’s odd…

That would be my reaction if my job was to study these things.

It’s not even my job and here I am sitting up in bed trying to find a pattern on what’s going on like I’m some dude on CSI.

Anyways, this is my life now. What more can the world throw at people who live in Melbourne? I think it’s a sign that it’s time to move to a better place. I mean, we’re still in lockdown. Would we even be allowed to leave our house in the event of an earthquake without getting fined? Probably not.

Me looking for an explanation as if I’m capable

  One thought on “Melbourne, The Place To Flee (Now They Throwin’ Earthquakes At Me. How Can This Be?)

  1. September 23, 2021 at 10:47 am

    Wow! Having lived in California, USA, I have been through a few of those and I still Hate them! They are unnerving for sure.

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  2. Timothy Price
    September 23, 2021 at 12:01 pm

    Shake shake shake. Shake shake shake. Shakes your booty. That’s pretty scary. One of our Japanese friends said that when she was a school girl in math class, there was a terrible earthquake. She and the other students got under their desks for protection. The teacher stood in the front of the class, the building falling down around him, whacking is pointer stick on the desk and telling the students to get back to work. He said an earthquake was no excuse to not do their math.

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