I used to be SO GOOD at playing piano.

Not professional level or anything, I'm mostly self taught. Plus I have small hands, so there's a lot of music that I need to adapt because I can't physically hit the keys as the music is written. But I used to be able to play songs from the radio after hearing them a few times, or pick up basically any sheet music and play it passably well on the first try, improvising new arrangements on the fly for the parts my hands can't physically reach.

I was always pretty impressed with myself because it felt like I never practiced and could just DO this.

Turns out, when you have no TV, very few toys and basically nothing to do to entertain yourself but play piano, playing for 4-5 hours a day doesn't even feel like practice. When I moved back home after college I was merely competent- I could read music, but not, say, sightread Rachmaninoff on the first try. And fucking FORGET about rearranging music for my physical limitations while sightreading, or playing by ear.

For the past three years, I've been living in a house with no room for even my little electric piano much less my Packard Upright Grand. The electric is in storage, the Packard is at my mom's, I haven't touched a piano since I moved, and I don't even know if I'd be capable of playing anything anymore. :(