My Favorite Things

A lot of things have been on my mind.
I haven't been able to sleep.
I lay awake in bed for a frustratingly long time.

Wide awake, I could see the moon through the shutter.
And somehow I reminded me one of my favorite things.



I've been missing my car very much.
Not because of its practicality,
but because of the time I spent in it.

When I felt like I was swallowed in a rapid current,
I hopped on my car and drove around town.

I lived right by Balboa Park, and I loved driving through the park.
Sometimes I saw dubious characters and the police,
but I was protected from all that in the blue bubble.
I felt safe and secure.
I could listen to my favorite music, and on a clear winter night,
I could even roll down the windows to enjoy the southern breeze.

Steven got me the car as my graduation gift.
I actually had no idea he was getting me a car. (or THE car.)
One day, he said, "I'm going to see Ms. Vegan up in L.A."
With no suspicion, I said, "Oh nice, have fun."
That evening, he came home and told me that he had a souvenir.
My skepticism had guessed it was something trivial like a postcard.
But he pulled out a small Tiffany-green box from Tiffany & Co.
I yelped, totally dumbstruck.
When I opened the box, a moment of confusion followed by
slow realization took place in my busy head.

A small black thing with a car company logo was inside.

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!"
(I think this is what I said.)

But this gift, at first, was a torture disguised in pleasure.

I had to learn how to drive stick!!
So we went to my University's parking lot one fine Sunday.

It was so difficult!!! But once I got used to it, it's fun (^_^)
(It took a while for me... Never thought I could do it....)

There were some breath-takingly beautiful landscapes.

Coronado Bridge and Downtown San Diego behind my Dad.

I used to go study with my friend Lady Anne often.
One evening, we were on our way home from our study session,
and I saw this glorious sunset in the car and I had to take a picture.
While driving...

The car in front is her Highness'.

Once when Truffle was really really tiny, 10 weeks-old,
he went No.2 on the passenger seat!!

Incredibly shocked by what had just happened,
I pulled over in panic. I wasn't quite sure of what to do,
so I called Steven. I said, "Truffle just pooped in my car!!!"

I was upset with him at the time, but it is a funny story now.

I have so many more stories to tell.
No wonder I miss the car. It's become an anchor of my old life.

Without my legs, I have no more of the sweet escapes.
Now, when I feel entrapped at night, I have no choice but
stare outside the window like a caged bird.
Nocturnal solitude was once a meditation,
but now only a quiet suffocation.

And so I slept another sleepless night.
Lamenting a few of my favorite things.
But tonight, my elegy is met with a surprise.
The dawn is breaking.

Suddenly the cold night felt warmer.
And like the sun behind the mountains,
my hopes are slowing rising above the horizon.

Seeing the sky changing colors over Mont Blanc in the morning,
now it is one of my favorite things.