Missed a day… well, darn. I moved into a dorm, thus marking the start to my final semester at Biola university. I had dinner with my old roommate; we reminded about past time and what had transpired this past summer. He had worked as a house painter and I worked at summer camp. I was reminded that so much had happened in the last two years since we had meet. I have develop a friendship with my (ex)roommate that I could have hoped of fathoming even three years ago. There is a depth of conversation and intimacy that is rivaled only by my relationship with my parents. This is what a long term relationship looks like, built on shared space, time, and experience that I have only experience in a short-term camp setting. I see the value in good friends.