I am going through my mourning process during my last week in Frisco. I have to go to the internet cafe at the corner. Comcast already cut off my cable at home, so I am isolated there.
The good thing is that I am confronted with new people. Most of them have a regular schedule like I do. Everybody enters in the morning with laptops, orders coffee or tea and starts working. One guy has been here every morning, so yesterday we started to talk about who he was etc. He is a surfer and skater from Marseille. His friends call him Deïd. And he keeps these very pretty diaries with drawings and the most beautiful handwriting I ever saw. He talks about his life and journeys around the world.
I had a glimpse at two diaries. The first one started with “looking for the perfect wave”. The second one starter with “looking for the perfect wife”. This was poetry in itself.
Anyway, I was wondering what to buy myself as a “souvenir” for the time I passed in Frisco. A ring seems silly. As this journey had an end. But I have a lasting impression and in fact a tattoo of life after having spent my time here. It made me a better person, it gave me insights into myself and I gained new friends and experiences. And of course it made me older….