life in Toronto
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 1997.03.05
I've been living in Toronto for two years, as of today. I'm not sure where I'm going or what I've been up to, I have to say. My student debt is unexpectedly paid off thanks to a surprise intervention from my father, and I'm no longer earning minimum wage, but I'm not exactly getting ahead. Given all the overtime I'm working I feel like I'm treading water, working, drinking, watching movies, back to work. Few of my friends - and all are people I met at the office - even have a girlfriend in this strangely uptight and hostile city.
I feel the need for a change.