This is a bit personal, but:
Yesterday I actually touched my concertina for the first time since late August. This is partly because I'm finishing up my senior year of college (yes! at my age!) and it's a tougher school than the one I went to for the last 2 years. Plus it's further away -- 45 minutes' drive as opposed to 2 minutes' drive previously.
I also suspect my lack of concertina enthusiasm has something to do with my father, a former college band director and morris musician extraordinaire (one of the top pipe and tabor players of all time, imo). He walked out on my mother just as school started for me last fall; I've heard from him once since and it did not go well (shrugs). It's a mourning process -- as if he's died, except he hasn't.
Anyway, I'm back now. It felt good to play a couple tunes last night, but bittersweet, too.