Ah, being independent. Adults like to make you believe that independence means the beginning of responsibilities, and, as if it were a direct consequence, the end of all things fun.

Adults are right about many things, but let me tell you, we’ll make it a point to prove them wrong about this.

When we settle into the life at the Air Complex, sure enough, our lives change. We have to cook our own meals now. No one will barge into our room  at quarter to eight and shake us awake so that we don’t miss first period. No one is going to answer any question you might have about how the hell to adult — and you dare not ask via phone call: you did send the message that you wanted out of the actual adults’ influence, after all.

We enjoy that time together, as a family that we chose. At least at the beginning, we enjoy doing everything together. We have big projects. We have an organization put into place. We find something to laugh about even in the most boring of chores, the most trying of late-night essays.

But in our case, what the freedom means, above all else, is that the world is ours. And so are the nightclubs.

And Plumbob knows we are going to enjoy the nightclubs.

Seasoning a single slice of bread is important.

Cooking more than one meal at once. I’m sure we’ll stay that motivated throughout our stay at the Air Complex. Right?

Romain, thrilled that it’s his turn to wash the dishes.

He got over it.

Cooking together!

… Well almost. As usual, Shanna’s doing her own thing, outside on the terrace.