Farewell, Kenilworth
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2020.06.28
Mari and the kids are out of our apartment on The Boyilworth. It was, when I left in early March, the longest I'd lived anywhere in my life, at 9.2 years. For Mari and The Boy of course, it was four months longer. For The Girl, it was the only home she's ever known. The Boy had just turned three when we moved in, he's now taller than some of my male coworkers. Grandma had been there for the past two days, helping get everything into our storage unit near the zoo, or into the cars down to Niagara.
They're spending tonight (and tomorrow night, I think) in St. Catharines, where Maebh and the aquarium fish will stay. I'll see them in about fifty hours.