A fourth coincidence came later on when I was chatting with someone online and mentioned that I was going to the spreading of Jim’s ashes this weekend. He said that he’d lost his grand-mother this time last year…. The thing is, that’s when Jim actually died.
What is going on? Is there a message here for me? I don’t know what to think about all of this.
One of my housemates made a huge pot of potato soup tonight and she gave me a huge bowl of it to try!! Both of the people that I live with are awesome cooks and I'm afraid if they keep treating me like this I might never leave! The best part is that one is Phillipino and the other is Somalian so I'm getting to try a variety of different types of foods! I'm going to have to make something for them in return once I can afford to feed more than just myself!