Before beginning today’s dissertation, I’d like to take a minute to welcome you, reader, to “The Complaint Department.” Be warned, however, that unlike traditional establishments, you won’t be complaining to me; I will be complaining to you. I’ll be complaining about things that are stupid, useless and mind numbing, that no one can do anything about. It will be both frustrating and liberating. But, hey, rest easier knowing that you aren’t alone in your mental anguish. So, we begin today: living with your parents.
Having returned home for every break and holiday over the last three years at Cornell, and having spent a majority of my pre-senior year summer in suburban New Jersey, I have come to realize why I am simply too old to be living at home.
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