“Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events which occur in a meaningful manner, but which are causally inexplicable to the person or persons experiencing them. The events would also have to suggest some underlying pattern in order to satisfy the definition of synchronicity as originally developed by Swiss psychologist Carl Jung.” – Wikipedia
So I am here in Chicago. I spend all day yesterday with friends that are part of my ehbabes support group. One mom I helped reunite with her hottie son. Another friend I s an adoptee who is in reunion with deceased parents. And other adoptee, Hill, that I helped to reunite with her mom.
Hill is freaking me out of late.
Last year, we learned that a friend of mine from the maternity “home” went to school with Hills first mom.
Hill is very excited about moving into the city. After my other friends leave us, Hill takes me to see her apartment she will move into.
IT IS THE EXACT SAME BUILDING I LIVED IN AFTER I LOST MY DAUGHTER.
It is the building I had night terrors in. It is the building that I would sleep walk in looking for a crying baby.
I nearly fainted. I knew it was on the same street. We had joked about that. But the same freaking building? Even the same floor? Gosh, I had such a weird reaction. How could this be? What a weird coincidence? 20 years later an adoptee I reunite moves into the apartment I spent my first years of loss and grief in?
I take pictures. I hold back tears. Hill is a very sensitive caring person. I could see she was a little worried about me. I managed to hide behind my dark sunglasses. But this feeling has stayed with me.
Okay, so more weirdness.
Hill moved back to IL from school in IN. She is going to finish her degree here. At Columbia College Chicago.
Um, should I say that is where I went to college?
I cannot adequately describe how this stuff makes me feel. Triggered, odd, relieved, even comforted in some way. Its very complex stuff.
It’s just too too weird, no?