When I lived with my parents (lo those many years ago - two years), the arrangement was more than convenience - it was necessity. Getting a paying job helped. But I am already anticipating the "millennials are shiftless bums" spin on this data and preparing my personal, indignant defense: I have never received a participation trophy for a sport in my life, nor do I know many 26-year-olds who have. Though I am grateful that my parents were willing and able to let me live with them, my sojourn at home wasn't about my reluctance to leave the nest. It was about, on some level, having a place to sleep while I blundered through the job search. Or having a place to blunder while I slept through the job search. In any case, thanks, Mom and Dad.