Bye bye my lovely grand piano

 

Selling stuff is hard work and a lot of getting hopes up only to be disappointed. But after close to seven weeks, a couple of failed deals, a handful of lowball offers, a dealer who wanted me to consign it, and even some hoaxsters who get their kicks setting up appointments with no intention of showing up--after all that, a serious buyer came, played it, examined it, and put down cash.

It was actually the buyer's parents who bought it. The buyer lives in Oklahoma and apparently has several kids who play very well. It pleases me my lovely piano will be going to a family home where it will be used and loved. But it's a bittersweet pleasure. It's also sad to see my beautiful piano I've owned for over two decades leaving my home. I'm having chills and goosebumps in the wake of accepting the offer.

But the pragmatic side of me realizes this is an important step in being able to sell my house and move on. I am so focused on making that happen now. It will take a little while for them to make the arrangements to move the piano. But the process is in motion now. And I've accepted it mentally and emotionally, and have made a deal with myself that I have my memories and that will have to do for me now.