Catastrophe Follows
I may never leave my house again.
It may be somewhat of a precursor to a full-fledged god complex, but I'm becoming a bit paranoid about the wanton destruction that befalls the places I visit.
First it was London. I lived there for a semester in 2001, and experienced a brief, empty intro to the threat of urban terrorism, followed by an actual act of terrorism as we left London for Northern Ireland; and then, most recently, the unthinkable.
The week after my wife and I got back from Disneyland, one of the roller coasters went haywire, and many people were injured.
Now, New Orleans. I just visited New Orleans in May, and walked about the shining (if strongly smelling) streets. Now it's under ten feet of water.
I may never leave my house again.