About 5 years ago I talked to my Grandma about moving her mother's piano out of the basement and into my house so someone would start using it again. I was living in duplex with some friends at the time and we had the perfect place for it. Then we got a new roommate who brought her piano with her and so my Great-Grandma's piano stayed in the basement. Then I moved into my condo, which, while very nice, isn't that large, and is on the third floor of the building. So, again, I figured I would have to go without a piano for awhile. For my 30th birthday I decided I was tired of living without a piano, and that I would pay to have the piano moved as a birthday present to myself. Of course, then winter hit and life got busy and it never happened.
Dan and I have a tradition of playing Christmas music together every year. Although there is a rule in our house that we can't start listening to Christmas music until after Thanksgiving, we can "practice" Christmas music after Halloween. So, when Dan and I started practicing our Christmas music at my parents house last year, I decided I didn't want to go one more Christmas season without having a piano to play at my house. So on a nice fall day in November, I finally got my baby. My very own piano.
Everyone that comes to my house wonders how in the world we got it in the house. That was the easy part, you pay professionals! It took them all of 10 minutes to get it up the three flights of stairs, tight corners and all! It was pretty amazing to see.
The hardest part was figuring out how to arrange all the furniture and make everything fit. It has been so great to have a piano in my home, and it is especially meaningful to think of my Grandma and her mom and her brothers and sisters playing on the same piano.






