The past couple of months have been something of a whirlwind. Just before leaving for an internship at Mark Sinclair's The Back Home Bakery, my boss asked if I would accept a 2-year assignment on a project my employer is managing in South Africa. Without subjecting you to the lengthy discussions between my wife and myself as we considered one factor after another, suffice it to say that we agreed to the assignment. Since then, we've sold cars, furniture and household goods; located a tenant/housesitter; packed; made lists; checked off lists; etc., etc., etc. And so, here I sit in the Delta Sky Lounge in the Atlanta airport, waiting to board the 15-hour flight to Johannesburg.
For being a new adventure, its beginning is remarkably mundane. Sitting in an airport just isn't particularly, I don't know, romantic? Exciting? Heady? Whatever, this isn't the stuff of high drama; although I will admit that the lounge is much better-appointed than the gate area.
With any luck, I'll locate a place to stay in the next few days and be moved in by the time my wife arrives in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, I'll be checking in at TFL from time to time to share vicariously in your baking. Once I'm settled, I'll get a new starter up and running (can't see the hotel staff playing along with an attempted head start) and start baking again; something that hasn't happened at all since leaving The Back Home Bakery. The new assignment is going to chew up a lot of my time and energy, so baking opportunities may be limited and cherished. We'll see how it plays out.
So, if I'm quieter than usual, you'll know why. See you in Jo'burg.