I just found out that what I thought was my friend’s cat (I’m cat sitting at my friend’s awesome apartment for a bit) playing near the couch, was actually a small earthquake.  Now since I’m not from an earthquake prone state, I’ve only ever been in one other one, and both were really small.

The first was when I was in university in Indiana and there was one at around 5am and I woke up to some moving and hearing the birds wake up outside even though it was dark.

Now today there was a little one that made the couch feel like it was being jostled a little and the garland on the TV sway a bit.

I didn’t even realize that either of these were earthquakes until after the fact.

I’d much rather have it that way, than it be a lot stronger.

From Busan with Shake Rattle and Roll Love?

Jenna

P.S. I was going to write about my trip to the Seoul Museum of Art and the awesome Tim Burton exhibit, but it’s past my bed time so it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Until then, Jack Skellington will keep you company.

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