Do you ever get the feeling that some higher power is trying to tell you something?
Two weeks back, we ran into this guy at a local cyclocross race. It was sort of strange meeting someone from just over the bridge riding for a SF team all the way down here.
On Sunday, July 4th, no less, Shannon and I were walking home. We had just finished talking about jobs and locations and the like, including a discussion about SF. About three minutes later, two guys come up to us asking for directions to the Morrocan Soup Bar. We tell them, and they ask if we are American. We respond, and they confirm that they are as well, they had just finished at UC Santa Cruz. We spoke about living in SF, and they indicated that they were moving to Buena Vista Heights after this trip.
Are we missing something?
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