I cannot explain the feelings inside when I sit down every Saturday morning here at The Slow Train Cafe in Oberlin. Today, smooth jazz plays over the sound system and as I sit here sipping on my hot dirty chai, I experience a strong feeling of déjà vu. I know that I’ve done this before as another person, in another place and time. I have goosebumps and the feeling of nostalgia overwhelms me. Tears are welling up in my eyes. I am so very happy in this moment. …