Josh asked me if I'd go to Nashville with him. I told him no. I just can't. I've committed to being in the dance competition again this summer. I get why he has to go - playing the piano is his thing. But dancing is mine. I'm not planning to hit the big time, but I want to compete in this competition and teach professionally some day. He understands but it's still going to be hard for us to be apart.

At least he's on the same continent this time. He can drive home in a day or fly home in a few hours, and the time difference is off by only an hour instead of 5. It will make things easier to handle. And I keep reminding myself that this is only for a few weeks. He's already applying for teaching jobs in the fall so I don't think he's counting on this being a big break, just something fun to do this summer.

Tonight we're going out with a bunch of friends so that they can wish Josh good luck before he leaves. Tomorrow I'm taking him to the airport. We agreed this time that it's better if I go. We don't need a repeat of last fall when I freaked out and followed him up to Newark like a crazy lady! :)