one month on my own
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2001.06.15
Rented a car and headed up to the cottage. It's on a finger of water called Sturgeon Bay that is the south-eastern-most portion of Lake Huron's enormous Georgian Bay. Came up with mum. She'll be returning tomorrow with the car.
Today is the fifteenth. I've been on my own for a month now. Haven't slept in a bed in that entire time. Still don't know what I'm doing with myself, either.