I guess the whole point is, we can never know.
Are the little coincidences really coincidences? Or are they the universe trying to talk to us the only way it can, short of mailing us a FedEx package with a return address of “Universe” containing a note that says “Here’s something you need to know…” ?
I suppose that’s where faith comes in.
After my usual departure-day routine of packing at the last possible minute so as to not stress a cat who has figured out what said packing means, I stared out the window riding to the airport, wondering if this was a good idea. You know, the quitting, the relative aimlessness of the past month, and now getting on a plane to go continue all these things, only with the addition of thousands of miles of distance and thousands of dollars of cost.
Again, I suppose that’s where faith comes in.