In fewer than ten days my father will retire from his job that he has worked at as long as I have been alive and probably before that. Last time we talked, he said that he is going to get his house ready to sell. This is the house I grew up in. Many years ago I would have been sad about this, but I am grown up now and realize that nothing lives in perpetuity.

One thing I need to do, though, is get my piano out of that house. Back around Christmas when we talked about his retirement we made arrangements to split the cost of moving it up here to Massachusetts. Now that I have a house of my own, this is a plan that I can realistically carry out.

I can already see it in here. I have plenty of room and think it will help fill up this space quite nicely. I don’t know what else I’ll do with it. I know at least one person who can play it, and there are piano books in the bench that I can dust off and try out. I used to play when I was a teenager, but gave it up because I didn’t have the drive within myself to practice.

I don’t know why I’m blogging about this, but I am excited about having it back and then figuring out what it means to have it.