I left Karachi this summer amid the monsoons and a broken state of mind to land in the Netherlands with a broken body — I began experiencing Covid symptoms somewhere in my journey that felt like traveling through space and time (two flights) with a cat in a spaceship carrier (the carrier is transparent) and even though I recovered in less than a couple of weeks, snapping ties with time and wherever I had landed to/from, has left my brain free-floating since then. It still doesn’t feel like it’s synced up with my body or my life.

The cliched thing to do, of course, when one moves abroad is to write about moving. But I have already moved — I have enough paperwork and boxes to prove it! — so this will be about learning to bike, and shopping (like the beautiful Swedish tights I bought this week!), and Dutch things, and house moves, and the general state of my free-floating mind.

When I first started blogging (this is eons ago! I am ancient), blogs had titles cribbed from indie lyrics and whatever mishmash of words fit in a blog header. (Oh, the stories I could tell you, of attempting to edit templates!) Anyway, I have never been good at headlines, but I suppose Delft Diary is too droll and Dutch Diary is probably taken - ha - so this is Notes from The Netherlands.

Dutch dairy ftw!