Being a Boomerang Kid Isn’t a Form of Failure
It’s not until two weeks before walking across the stage that it hit me: I was graduating with two unpaid summer internships and a load of student loan debt. With basically no money saved from my campus job and parents who were willing to assist until I could get on my feet, it made sense to return to my pre-college abode. So on that Tuesday, I emptied out all the items from my campus apartment and moved back home with my parents—hence, my life as a “boomerang kid†began.
