Crossing Off a 2026 Bingo Slot: Moving My Piano Home & Learning to Play Again

There is something so satisfying about crossing off a goal you’ve had sitting quietly on your to-do list for years. Not loud. Not urgent. Just waiting for the right time. For me, that goal was finally moving my piano out of storage and into our home—and I’m so happy to say it’s officially crossed off one of my 2026 bingo slots already.

We’ve been in our house for two years now, and ever since we moved in, the piano has been part of the “eventually” plan. It was never a huge priority. The quotes to move it were expensive, and at the time, I had a storage room at my office where it could live for free. So it stayed there. Safe. Out of the way. Waiting.

But this year, something shifted. One of my intentions for 2026 was to finally move it, start playing again, and truly begin furnishing our formal living room. Not just decorating it—but using it. Creating a space that feels meaningful and lived in. And I’m so glad I listened to that nudge.

Finally Making It Happen

Moving the piano wasn’t the most practical or budget-friendly decision, but it was the right one. It had been sitting in storage long enough, and I realized that if I didn’t prioritize it now, I might keep pushing it off forever.

Seeing it finally placed in our formal living room felt surreal. The room immediately felt warmer, fuller, and more intentional. It’s amazing how one piece can completely transform a space—not just visually, but emotionally. And honestly? I’ve been loving it so much more than I even expected.

Falling Back in Love with Piano

We’re getting the piano tuned this week, and I’m planning to start taking lessons again until I really get back into the swing of it. I took piano lessons for about ten years when I was a child, and like most kids, I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time. I showed up, practiced (sometimes reluctantly), and went to lessons—but I never realized how special it was to be learning something so beautiful.

Now, as an adult, it feels different. Calmer. More intentional.

There are a few songs I still know and have memorized, and I can still read music and recognize the notes, but there are definitely things I’ve forgotten. It’s one of those skills that never fully leaves you—it just needs a little refreshing. And I’m honestly enjoying the process of relearning, slowing down, and letting myself be a beginner again.

A Piano Full of History

What makes this piano even more special is the history behind it. This isn’t just a piano—it’s our piano.

It’s the piano my siblings, cousins, and I practiced on at my grandparents’ house. It’s the piano my mom and her siblings learned on. And before that, my grandma and her siblings played on it too. It has been passed down for generations, carrying decades of music, practice sessions, mistakes, recitals, and quiet moments.

When I was looking through the notes inside from previous tunings, I noticed dates that go all the way back to the early 1960s. That alone stopped me in my tracks. This piano has lived such a long, full life—and now it’s beginning a new chapter in our home.

A Perfect Fit for Our Home

I can’t help but love how perfectly it fits our home’s colors and overall aesthetic. It feels timeless, elegant, and grounding—exactly the energy I want in our formal living room. It doesn’t feel like something we just added for the sake of filling space. It feels like it belongs here. And maybe that’s because it does.

Looking Ahead

I already find myself thinking about the future—about one day having children of my own and teaching them how to play. I love the idea of them practicing on the same piano that has been in our family for generations. There’s something incredibly special about that continuity. Piano is such a calming, beautiful hobby. It teaches patience, discipline, creativity, and presence. I can’t wait until I’m able to play again without needing my music in front of me—until it all feels natural and familiar once more.

I also remember growing up and having yearly piano recitals with my teacher, and I’d love to find a local place that offers something similar. Not because I need to perform—but because those moments felt celebratory. Like milestones worth honoring.

Here’s to Crossing Things Off—and Starting Again

This feels like more than just moving a piece of furniture. It feels like reclaiming a part of myself, honoring my past, and making space for new hobbies and rhythms in this season of life.

Here’s to crossing off bingo slots. Here’s to starting (and restarting) hobbies. And here’s to letting the things that matter finally take up space in our homes—and our lives 🤍