What does one do when facing the impending removal of oneself from everday life and a very comfortable comfort zone (way too many ones in that sentence, let’s switch person) to move halfway across the world and dive into certain madness?
Well what I’ve done in anticipation of my trek to London, Zurich, the Schwarzwald and eventually New York in two weeks, is take over my parent’s kitchen and throw myself wholeheartedly into …
baking.
Ugh, it’s so cliched it’s gross.
