Rewind Charlotte: The Piano and the Apartment

Ryan and I enjoyed the city life for two and a half years before Camden was born. Our first abode in Charlotte was a well-lit apartment with vaulted ceilings, and I felt just at home. I was working on my Master of Music degree when we first moved to Charlotte, and I insisted on having the piano with me. My father, brothers, and Ryan, carried the ridiculously heavy piano up three flights of stairs so I could have a practice room in my apartment. We (they) put the piano in the "solarium" which served as my practice studio. I had a great view from my piano bench. They had back pain for a month. Less than a year later, we bought our first house and it was time to move the piano again this time down three flights of stairs. Probably still feeling the pain from the last move, my dad generously gave me money to hire professionals. I called My Three Sons moving Company. They said they would send two movers. I warned the rep over the phone that she needed to send four. Just like the name promises, they sent three sons (not their sturdiest looking fellows either). They were ready for business with back supports, pulleys, ramps and the kitchen sink. After at least an hour of pushing, pulling, sweating, and I think bleeding, one of the sons said to me, "If you have to move this piano again, do not call My Three Sons Movers!"