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49+3 days!!!
Another year goes by and Wanderlust is still restless: Wanderlust attempted to be a Writer but failed because she knows that's her destiny so it's like cheating because it is saying to people I am good at this when She is a good Writer. She meets Rosemary who is a psychic, covert one, and they become good friends, and Rosemary introducers to her best friend Freda. During Christmas Wanderlust who from time to time changes personality all together starts dressing differently, and hanging with new friends and people. She moves out of the apartment and moves in with a refugee from Somalia, whenever she changes she thinks things have changed and she is happy. Maybe I should take painting classess, or acting, maybe even singing: Trusting is hard so Wanderlust lives in her head: All the friends, characters she is writing about entertain her. Identity issues are the problem now: Are you Portugese, African American and African? The pressure to get a tested for these things is immense: She lives with the charaters in her head and feels better when the pain of ethnicity, race, color comes in her head eases.
I have nothing to show the years here so Wanderlust moves to Africa, and thinks that is the best thing for now, Rosemary said that she must do that or she will suffer from sickness of personality change/s, and Freda said that working in Retail and attending Yuppie parties even if is corporate and professional, attending those parties is bad because she wasting her life. Going to Africa will help with her, Wanderlust writing because people in the West people find African themes adventures and since she is a black however she slices her/Wanderlust's enthinicity or race she cannot beat Hemingway or Faulkner because they are doing what is natural to them.
Wanderlust confused by all this pressure thinks that she can write as good as anyone and that her friends: Freda and Rosemary just like Africa and black issues, since they white. When during spring she ends up in a clinic to get way from everything and everyone, Wanderlust/she remembers: The past years and all the failures, the things that were successful that she could not see, because she is only one person, woman and that all those things need many people to know what is going on. Yuppie parties and hanging out with Silicon Valley people because she works in technology, hobbies, going to parties, mingling is what gives her life force energy so she knows that her friends and her are different.
Sitting many test last year and this year: A guy she was infuatuated with relative's and friend requested that she make an image for him after she wrote something for that guy about how they met in the 90s through a Music Producer, and when they saw each other in club, she was drinking wine, Merlot not knowing this guy, Victor, Wanderlust was wearing Salmon, knee long, dress and was sitting at the bar talking to Champagne, a relative of Victor, they were laughing about the past, when in the arch corner of the dance she was introduced to Victor, he wearing a Cap, jeans, and a dark grey shirt, he looked like he was in the US Military.
Lookin into Victor eyes she realized that he looks fimiliar, he asked what she did for living, she told him she was in college here in LA, USA, and that she lived in New York too for while but is here now because the people in the East insist that they Manage her life. Champagne already knowing the story said it was time to drop me home. In the white vehicle Wanderlust did not ask her usual list of question and gave Victor the space to be, that cold, romantic night outside the Vehicle. The traffic lights, and the road all were very alluring and Wanderlust was enjoying the night. We will see you next Saturday, said Victor, as Wanderlust opened the door of the Vehicle: Ok, bye, ciao!! and she went in their apartment.
All the personalities were gone that Saturday, all the writing in head too, all her beloved characters were gone. Paniced she looked for wine in the Super Market, she bought two small bottle of red wine, and drank both very quickly then she felt really bad and thought she was seeing an illusion saying to her you cannot drink in this house: "You cannot drink in this house". Nervous she wore something she wore many time: A see through bell botton black legging like pants, a white corset like top, and all white jacket with black lines at the bottom/button area. Nervous she waited in the sitting wishing she had bought more wine: So when they were In the club she was drinking and trying to hide from them: When they arrived at the club Wanderlust said she was going to the bathroom, she made sure she went to the bar so can drink and relax before talking to them.
When she was sure could talk to them Wanderlust went to talk to them, Champagne was talking to a beautiful blond with beautiful long, they were relaxed and laughing, and Victor was talking to Bartender: He was serious, and chilled, so Wanderlust went to talk to him, he looked at Wanderlust and said I have seen you before here in LA, do you live here? Yes, I am from Holland, The Netherlands, I am here because I am in a program. Are you a refugee? Yes, I am not really a Refugee, I have a residence permit, so not really but there are many Somali who are refugees, are you Somali, Somalian? no, I am Somali, it's Somali, not Somalian. Oh, I understand it is political that is why you cannot tell me this, yes, how do you know? Are you Muslim, yes, are you allowed to drink, no, why are you drinking, I am nervous, oh ok, about what, I am depressed.
Champagne introduced the woman with him, this is Colors, hi, my name is Wanderlust, It is a beautiful name Colors: Thanks my parents are showbizz people and they thought this is a nice name for me. Great said Wanderlust! Your English is good: Yeah, looking at Victor he sees the shadow on her eyes when she started talking to him, the difference between when she talked to Colors and him is amazing, I study at this college where English as Secong Language is the most important Module! Do you have a boyfriend, oh, ok no, you don't have a boyfriend. Ok, he gave some money to Champagne, took my hand and without having a chance to say bye, ciao to the two other people, friends I have made, I/Wanderlust being taken to the Vehicle and then to Victor's apartment.
