Choices and saying goodbye
I'm selling my piano. (I think I've written about this before.) Though I prefer regular pianos, I bought an electric because they come with volume control and headphones, so I could play and not disturb others, even napping others.
Five years later, though, I'm not playing it enough to warrant the floorspace it takes up in our small home. In addition, I now have other needs for the space.
So today, someone came in to see it. Someone who sounds very much like she might be purchasing it. She's a friend of my childrens' grandfather (my former FIL); a personal connection always helps.
So, even while I'm excited about have the space, for which I have Big Plans (!!!), I'm also just a little bit wistful. I'd like to be able to sit and play, and I know that without a piano my dexterity will fade, but the reality is, right now a piano is a luxury for which I have neither the time nor the physical space.
May one day, I can have both, but for now, I'm saying goodbye to a little bit of myself...