This Fair City

This is the view from the top of the hill near Ohlone college. I wanted to catch the sun before it went below the horizon, but I was too late. Our fair city of Fremont lies below, all cozy surrounded by the bay, and the mountains. For a long time I would wonder to myself why I was here...I could not make this city my home in my mind, nor could I make California my home in my mind either. I would be willing to move anywhere else I would think. It was not so much that I was unhappy here, as it was just that it didn't feel like home. There was a moment in time when I was listening to a Brian Johnson song and he was singing, "...this is my home...", when I began to believe that God really wanted me here for a reason, and that I couldn't fight it. I resigned my self to belonging here, and really skyrocketed into spiritual experiences and knowledge. I then could not see myself anywhere else, or with any other people than the ones I was so attached to at harvest House Church...my spirit and soul was connected. Unfortunatey, through circumstances and incidences that involved my husband, My family discovered that my husband wished to remove us from this shelter of my soul. Now I am lost in a vast emptiness, again wondering why I am here. As I look out upon this city now, I wonder......