I walked all the way home from work today. While the night grew dark, I walked from Mitte to Nørrebro with my hands deep in the pockets of my bear-jacket, Beach House played in my ears, and I was happy. The perfect, quiet way to say hello to the weekend and goodbye to my year as a 23-year-old. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I hope it'll be a good one. And a good year as 24.