life in Toronto
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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.