When my daughter turned eighteen, she decided that she should be independent. I punished her for coming home with alcohol on her breath, and she informed me she was an adult. I came home from work that evening and I had a note that told me she had moved out. I called a couple of her friends, but they weren’t talking. The next day she called and said she was fine, and she forgave me for disrespecting. I told her that was really adult of her, but I didn’t do anything wrong. It was three days later when she was at my home when I returned from work. She asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with her, and then to see where she was living. Over dinner, she talked about the terrific air conditioning in the room. She said she couldn’t want it to be any cooler. The air conditioner ran very quietly and there were times when she had to adjust the thermostat to make it less cool. I asked about the rest of the room, and she ignored me. We headed to the room she rented, and I was appalled that it was nothing more than a motel room. The air conditioning was definitely working well. The air quality was the pits, and I swore I could hear things moving in the room. She had all of her belongings in the bathroom, and she was packed and ready to come home with me. The next time she moved out, it was to a really good HVAC system in a home she shared with her husband.