I miss playing the piano.
If we weren't poor and didn't have to pay for tuition or get me a new computer or pay for grad school applications, I would buy a piano. Also, if we didn't have to move like practically every year. Pianos are heavy. But I never thought I would miss playing as much as I do.
I have so many memories of playing the piano. I admit that not all of them are the best, like the times my mom would somehow secretly know that I didn't really practice each song three times or when I struggled learning a piece or when I just didn't feel like practicing. But I am so grateful that I stuck with it, and mostly that my mother made me stick with it. I love being able to sit down and play a piece and create beautiful music. Sadly, my skills are getting a little rusty since I haven't practiced much lately, but I am hoping to take a piano class in the winter and get right back in to shape!
