I know it's just a god damn piano, but I liked it. I have to sell it now. I have to move to a new place, and in the midst of all the financial realities of ending a marriage, it just won't work to spend a frivolous amount to hire movers to move it. It's just one little loss in a series of losses.
I know that this is an "opportunity" - everyone tells me that it is so, and it's true, to some extent. I'm excited to get on to a new life but impatient. I want the new life now. I want to find a little cute house, with a little patch of green out of the backyard for the kiddo and a few windows for light. It doesn't even have to have a dishwasher. I just don't want to be mugged bringing in the groceries or wake up to gunshots outside my door.
I just wanted my damn piano.
Cheers,
Harriet.
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