I didn’t know what to do after college, so I tried the path less traveled by. It didn’t work out the way I thought it would, so I wound up exactly where I started when I declared myself independent: at Mom and Dad’s house. With a stubborn, but supportive father, and a certifiably insane, vacuum-obsessed mother, my time spent at home sent me spiraling into the craziest and most depressing year of my life. In hindsight, the whole experience was ridiculous, at times hilarious, and, in the end, probably good for me, but there’s No Way I would do anything like that -EVER- again.