Living here at the dorm room of Northern Lights College reminded me a lot of my first year of medicine at the Grad House in Toronto. University-style dorm rooms, shared kitchen and bathrooms, roommate to play ping-ping with. It was a treat having Mike, a dental student, as a roommate. When I first moved in, although I haven't yet met him, the first thing I noticed was that in the bathroom there was evidence that he flosses. He'd be alright, I thought, for anyone who cared to floss would probably be a decent guy. I was right, he turned out to be a lot of fun as a roommate, and I think we enjoyed each other's company in the solitude that was otherwise in Dawson Creek. He also enjoyed a healthy interest in photography, and we had a good time playing with our toys a little towards the end of our stay together before he left.
Mike and I trying to shoot the moon on one clear evening after I came back from work. 
Biking around town on our bikes. It was like high-school days again. We went everywhere on bikes and hit the 7-eleven when it was too hot one day. Things slow down when you're in a small town. Life is simpler. We felt like kids again. 
This was our dorm. 
Mike and I playing with our toys. 
Trying to make the best of what was in our kitchen for dinner one evening. 
Our computers head to head. 
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