As my high school senior year journal reminds me,
“Went over [to my first love’s apartment] to watch the World Series and eat pizza, but he cooked me dinner instead yum! And there was no game ‘cuz of the earthquake. So we hung out.”
(I seemed to do a lot of eating pizza and “hanging out” that year.)
This was in Baltimore. Being a teenager with no loved ones in the Bay Area, and no idea yet that I was destined to move here six years later, the earthquake seemed a little abstract to me.