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Moving Into March

3/22/2017

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I'm not superstitious, but for most of my adult life, I've felt like the numbers 1 and 2 were following me around. My various addresses have reflected this: 102, 112, 121, 20, 211... I'm not exaggerating. My boyfriend and I met on 12/2. We started dating on 1/22.

It wasn't until recently that my 1s and 2s shifted into 2s and 3s. Logically I know it's all just coincidence and the brain's desperate search for patterns amid life's chaos, but sometimes it's fun to pretend to be superstitious, so I let my mind play its games now and then.

Three years ago, my grandmother died on 3/22. 

Two years ago, my unofficial sister's brother died on 3/22.

Last year, my dad turned 65 on 3/22. He had been feeling unwell, but my baby brother was relieved: "Bad things always happen on March 22nd. Nothing bad happened today, so you're going to be fine!" My dad started laughing. "Are you saying my birthday is a bad thing?!" he teased. Then the laughter turned to coughing.

The lung cancer diagnoses didn't come until March 25th. Close enough.

It's 3/22 again. "Two dead people's birthdays and one death, all today?!" my unofficial sister texted me. "The other way around," I answered.

The 1s and 2s lasted for around a decade. It's only been a couple years of 2s and 3s. 4 has always been my favorite number. Here's hoping.
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