Sunday, November 19, 2006

A New Dream

Last night I went to see the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra at Powell Hall, to see a friend of mine who was singing in the St. Louis Symphony Chorus. I hadn't heard classical music played in a long time and really enjoyed it (particularly the violin concerto with this guy that played violin AMAZINGLY... I'd never seen anyone play like that!) and I was talking with my friend's fiancé since I was sitting with him, about how he used to play viola and I played a little piano. Of course seeing a performance like that makes you want to go play around with your instrument... I said to him, "I'm going to have a grand piano someday."

"You gotta have a house to put it in," he said.

"Yeah, maybe I'll get my own house sometime."

"You gotta have hardwood floors in it!"

"Yeahhhh..." A dreamy smile crossed my face.

I've never been interested in buying my own house. I don't have enough stuff to fill it, don't even WANT that much stuff to myself, wouldn't want to do all the maintenance like lawn mowing and gutter cleaning and sink fixing and whatever else. Plus buying a house just seems like a daunting process. But my own room with hardwood floors and a piano...my own piano room just for myself...that's almost reason for me to consider it right there. I am about to transition into my 30s after all... maybe I should make this my goal for my 30s... to have my own house with a piano room just for me. Whether or not I have some man to help me buy it is irrelevant. I should work towards it anyway. And even if I can't afford the grand at first. A baby grand. Or an electric piano like the one at my parents' house. Anything with 88 weighted keys would work.

Of course buying a house means I'm settling wherever I buy it... so I'd have to think about that some more. Do I want to stay here? Move? I don't want to commit to a decision yet. But when I think about my own piano room, it makes me want to speed up the process a bit. Maybe I'll say by the time I'm 40 I want this to be a reality. Seems realistic enough, doesn't it?

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