My friend leans forward, gripping her latte with both hands. "He looked so peaceful, lying there on the couch with an afghan bunched under his head," she said. "I could hear him snoring slightly -- just like he did when he was a baby. Sound asleep. And you know what? I just wanted to smack him on the head and scream 'Get up! Get up! Get your lazy ass up and do something!'"
I graduated from Harvard a year ago with honors, admission to a prestigious graduate school, and multiple job offers on the table. Yet one year later I'm living at home with my parents... and I have been since I graduated.