Five years ago today I leaped into an unknown future and slammed a door firmly shut behind me.
It mattered a great deal to me that today was special.
We took the bus to Zaanse Schans and walked past the windmills, clockwise around the polder and back to the windmills. We popped in and out of the clog factory etc. without falling foul of any of the tourist trappery. 
All in glorious sunshine.
Back to Amsterdam for a victory lap, collecting cheese from a market stall and not a designer outlet, some rainbow bootlaces from the Pride kiosk, where knowledge of my wrestling boots was met with bright-eyed joy, and one other silly treat which I may share with you tomorrow.