Monday earlier this week, in the early-morning, a fatal traffic accident occurred a couple of miles from my house in another direction. The person who caused it fled on foot, and a U.S. Coast Guard helicopter searched my neighborhood streets for the guy, waking me up with the sound and searchlights coming through my window.
Today, a fifteen car pileup just a couple of miles from my office made my commute home incredibly slow -- traffic slowed to a crawl.
For whatever reason, my little area of town seems to be a dangerous (or at least very inconvenient) place to drive of late! Fortunately none of these events have impacted me directly, but I was only one or two miles away from each one of them when they happened, and the aftermath has affected me.
Perhaps the universe is telling me to move? It's a good sign, since I'm in the (arduous) process of getting my house ready to put on the market anyway. Maybe this means I'm not meant to live here for much longer, and my house will sell easily....?