where i am at

...is thinking of my dear city of Boston, where I spent college and grad school years, where I met dada and left a piece of myself, and trying not to let the kids see me cry when I read the news. But mommy, little man says, what's wrong? No, something is wrong, you have tears! Why?

And the lyrics dont fit, but I keep singing this song in my head, all my thoughts and energies praying for this amazing city by the sea.