Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
Talia is telling me these posts need to be shorter or I’m never going to finish, so I’ll just say this: When I was 27, I became a father. Being a father is messy, stress-inducing, sleep-depriving, and often frustrating. And yet it’s made me a better...
Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
I first thought about becoming a writer when I was sixteen or seventeen. I was lying in bed too late in the morning reading A Tale of Two Cities. For some reason, that question popped into my head. You know the one: “What are you going to be when you grow...
Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
When I was 13 years old, I couldn’t imagine waiting until I was in my twenties to get married. This was both because I was a romantic and because I was raised to believe that you shouldn’t have sex until you got married. At 13, I couldn’t imagine...
Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
Today is the last day of my 20s. And so I’m doing a café crawl, going to all the coffee shops I can and writing blog posts… basically what I’ve been doing for the last six years of my life (I can’t tell if that sounds more braggy or embarrassing, but...
Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
I’m at Inman Perk. There are actually two Inman Perks, though, and this is the one in Atlanta, not the one in Gainesville, Georgia, where I went nearly every day from age 25 to 28. I would have liked to go to Inman Perk in Gainesville but it’s an hour plus away and I...
Apr 25, 2016 | JHB Turns 30 |
It is, as you know by now, the last day of my 20s. I’m sitting at one of the blue tables outside of Carroll Street Café, where I come almost every day. I’m thinking about Paris. I’ve been thinking about Paris lately. I was 28 when I went to Paris for...
