This Used to Be Easier

Meg Doyle did not intend to return home from college with a suitcase and nowhere else to go.



Ideally, she would have rolled up to her tiny home town in a limousine and jumped out wearing a designer tuxedo. She would have shaken a few hands, signed a few autographs, and maybe kissed a few girls before riding off into the sunset of her glorious, post-grad future in set design.



Instead, she's stuck spending the summer in her childhood bedroom, trawling the internet for job listings after a last ...