Then we moved. Luckily my students were able to continue lessons with me as my new location was even closer for their commute. That was really cool. The piano transport was not a beloved task though. This time, we moved to the 4th floor of an apartment building that did have a small elevator…after a flight of stairs. We had to carry that piano up the stairs, and then flip it on it’s side to fit in the elevator, only to drag it into the back-most room of the apartment. My piano tuner had his work cut out for him after that shlep.
This time around, my husband and I really wanted to make a beautiful music room. We turned our spare bedroom into a full music studio, with capabilities not just for my teaching voice and piano, but also for my husband’s business in recording, editing, mixing and mastering video and audio. We painted it and everything.
Nice, right? Alas, I was ready to teach in our new apartment. In Florida, I would dedicate 4-hour blocks of time for all my students to come in back to back. In NY, and specifically where I lived in Brooklyn, I found that to be completely unreliable and impossible. For my students who took the train or the bus, sometimes the trains would be late or the stations would say“not in service,” and the buses wouldn’t show.
For my students who drove, sometimes they would spend their lesson time just trying to find parking! So I had to space out the days and times with at least 30 minutes to an hour in between lessons.
When my students came in for their lessons, everything was smooth and dandy. Except for my two chihuahuas who never stopped barking at the constant traffic from the elevator next to our apartment- and yes that brown mop is a chihuahua. Or any other noise that could be heard in or around our building, for that matter.