I played piano yesterday, while I was over at parents', for the first time in months. I've been missing it lately, pretty much for the first time ever since I quit. Which probably confirms that it was really time for me to quit, although it really was a heartbreaker to actually do it.
I still was able to play stuff I used to play a lot, not as well as I used to, of course, but pretty well, so it would encouraging. My biggest fear is to lose everything. I am not losing those 10 years of discipline.

I also came to realize that this piano is mine. I mean, I didn't pay for it, of course, but nobody in my family can play it but me. So when I actually move into a bigger place, the piano will move in with me. And I can't wait.