my piano teacher

i've been going to the same piano teacher now since i was a young 6. so i've been going..10 years. 10 years! just realised. her house has always been the same, theres stuff everywhere. shelves on every wall with books and books and books. masks and vases and lamps and persian rugs all ova the shop. every single room is full. i walked in today, ive been going 10 years, and i just realised, i mean i've known all along, but i just realised how much i love it. i dont know any other house like it. and what i love the most is that its just HER. on every surface, if she was a house it she would be her house hahaha. i mean, interiors to some extent always show someones personality. but everything is her. i love every piece of her collection.
every week since i was six years old i have gone to heath common and sat in her music room at the bechstien upright and played mozart, bach, bartok. and shes been there, sat next to me, chain smoking roll ups with her endless deep brown eyes and cropped grey hair. and today i was sat there and i nearly burst into tears. its been my thing, my routine, i've relied on it. and now its all changing, im going to a college thats 1hr 1/2 away on a train, im doing my grade 8, im growing up. and it just wont be the same. and soon i'll go to university and i wont have a lesson every week regulary, and soon she wont be there. like so many other things at the moment, its all about to be snatched away