My birthday was this week. It was a subdued affair and a solo dinner out. I did at least I get myself an ice cream cone for dessert, vanilla lest anyone have doubts. I’ve never been a fan of big birthday parties anyway. As with many other milestones I took a little time to reflect on another circumnavigation of the sun, this time sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. It’s now 10 years since I graduated from college and 5 during which the rate of change in my life has accelerated. I’ve had five more-or-less permanent addresses during that time. The only place I’ve woken up more than once on my birthday during that span is where I am now in what has become my in-between home. And every indication is that the trend will continue over the next twelve months. Where I am isn’t at all where 22 year old me thought I’d be when I left Wofford for a stint in Boston. That disconnect doesn’t look like it’s going to change in the year to come either and I’m glad that that is the case. I tried a version of the dreams 22 year old me dreamed and as it turned out my vision missed the mark. It may have been directionally good but many of the particulars were off. I doubt I’ve got all of the details sorted in my current vision of my future either, but I’m more directionally accurate than I was 5 or 10 years ago. At least I hope so.