Riders are being bused this morning on the Green Line’s B branch while crews repair the damage from a trolley that jumped the tracks overnight and caught fire, an MBTA spokeswoman said.

The trolley had roughly 30 passengers on board at 1:30 a.m. when it derailed at Chestnut Hill station, hit a pole, and damaged overhead wires, said spokeswoman Lydia Rivera. None of the riders were hurt, but the crash caused some significant damage to the trolley and the track, Rivera said.

Crews are still working to remove the trolley from the intersection of Chestnut Hill and Commonwealth avenues, not far from Cleveland Circle. The overhead wires need to be fixed, and the repairs could affect the evening commute.

“It’s going to take some time,” Rivera said.

This horrible accident hit a little too close to home. Scratch that. WAY too close to home. As I texted my IBFF and soulsister this morning explaining the news (not to mention the fact I was GREATLY shaken up by this incident…it could have been ME on that train), she responded with a comment that really got me thinking about Boston.

I’ve truly loved Boston for the past three years. But in a way, I wonder if that derailed car is a metaphor for my life here, right now. As I drove to my interview this morning (don’t get excited, just a temp position), I watched that trolley car being dragged from the wreckage, its charred and broken remains, being pulled along as its tired wheels screamed in discord.

I can’t help but wonder…is that my relationship with this city?

I’m thinking that I might just need to be pulled to safety. Repaired and fixed…somewhere else. Because while the past three years has been good to me…

…I’m wondering if it might be time to take the hit, rebuild, and move on.