A love story

Meet my first true love:

As a child, the piano was my refuge, a place to be myself.

Our relationship over the years has been one of heartfelt need, hard work, emotional fulfillment, disappointment, and celebration.  The piano has brought me to places I would never have gone otherwise, has granted me experiences and taught me lessons I am grateful for.

Which is why it seems odd that I didn't have one of my own...  

...until April 27th, that is!

On that day I found myself--completely unexpectedly--playing a variety of 'for sale' pianos at our local piano store. With the wisdom and listening ear of my good friend Andrew,

 I found myself saying 'this is the one!'

And so, 

I brought him home.

(Well, ok, three burly delivery men brought him home for me...)

I named him George, in honor of all the piano students I've called George over the years.  (Don't ask me why, but piano students find it to be hilarious when their piano teacher refers to them as George...)

I've spent the past weeks getting to know this George, 

and I have to say:

He was in my heart immediately.

He is my very own; George.