It’s never too late to start learning
2020 is the year I finally start to play the piano
One of the reason why I chose the place I live in London (apart from the lovely flatmates who welcomed me) is the piano. At the moment I saw it, I knew I wanted to live here.
I’ve always wanted to play the piano. One of my first memory is discovering the piano in the sitting room of my great-grandparents house. I remember the smell of the wood, the weight of the fallboard, the delicate piece of fabric protecting the keyboard, and the black and white keys.
My great-grandmother used to say I had hands made to play the piano.
When I was a child, my mother even suggested I start piano lessons in the town nearby but, surprisingly, I refused. I’m not sure why. Was it because I had a bad feeling about the piano teacher? Was it because I had already internalised the fact that we couldn’t afford such unnecessary expenses?
I’ve joked about it for a long time until I realised that it was a bit pathetic. I wanted to play the piano so why didn’t I do it instead of talking about it?
This is why I took piano lessons in January 2020. Unfortunately, the universe had other plan and the piano lessons had to stop prematurely due to an unforeseen pandemic.
