That kind of place where you once lived your happiest moments wrapped in the smell of coffee beans and all you could hear was laughter.
To step back in that territory with a new body and realize the places you once sat are taken by new people making their own memories. The ones who you used to speak with pass you by without looking. They even wear new faces you no longer recognize.
To be in old territory is like stepping into unfamiliar grounds. A place where the scene kept changing long after you were gone.
And for once, I just sat and enjoyed the fact I am now no longer a mark on the chairs and the people no longer know my name. They say every 7 years your body has completely shed, so whoever touched you 7 years ago have never touched your current body. I think this applies to my new found comfort in no longer being a known face in a once known place.
That is all.