Harsh Reality (November 2010)

From November 10, 2010

Some day I will look back at this period in life and wonder how I ever made it through.  The question will be not so much how I made it through, but whether or not it had any adverse affect on those I love the most.  My concern is not with me and how I will survive, but with my kids, and how this will change their lives.

Today I had to tell them that there would be no more dance and this was very difficult to do.  Dance is the one constant I had hoped would stay the same for their sakes.  But their dad doesn't like it for two reasons:  cost and distance.  He doesn't like them having to drive back and forth to Anacortes every night, nor does he like the fact that it is $220 a month.  Even if you factor in a tank of gas every week, it is still cheaper than what we would be faced with in Bozeman with a dance bill of close to $500/month.  Even with the trade of studio work, our bill would still be around $300/month in Bozeman and that is with only three girls dancing, and all of them ballet-- no tap classes.  And...

...it still hurts.

In many ways, I wish I had stayed in Bozeman.