For very very long time, a question is confusing me. What's the life? What kind of life is the exact life I want? I came to US although I didn't know what I want here.
Here nothing is free, including friendship and love.I want to have a pure friendship. I knew him-a very nice guy. He likes to give every friend a hand. When I want to play tennis, badminton, to go to beach, he always accompany me. I can feel that he like me although he never said that. I like some guy like him, but I can't love him because I am married. Probably I will write something about my husband, a man I have never understood completely. I really want to tell someone what my feeling about my husband is, but I can't do it to anyone face to face. Sometimes writing is a good choice. If you want to say something you can't say, just write down.
The title is LIFE. It is a funny title which I don't know why I want to write something about. I am looking for life-the life I want. I am exploiting.
Life in US is hard to me. I had some difficult and special experiences which many people who have been in US for many years have never had. I got two traffic accidents. One is that I was hit by car. At that time I can remember I am almost died. Maybe someone has some changes after she or he had the live or dead experience. Me too. Another is that I lost my first car because of my careless and stupid confidence. I should get some compensation for the first accident but I didn't. Probably I am not strong enough and I am poor in English. I don't know how to protect myself. I should do something for myself. I swear I will. I have been punished for the second accident. I lost my forst car-a great car which my boyfriend who later became my husband sent to me as a gift. I like it very much. But I just have its picture and the memory of it. I bought another one but I don't like it. It is just a tool that I have to use to work and live a convenient life. I am dead in emotion with car since I lost my first car. I will miss him-a good friend. I will remember his name forever-Golden Chrysler Concorde 1998.
I found I just said some little things about life. Actually life is just made of many little things, happiness and sadness. This is life.
