Well, friends. I just got back from selling something that was practically attached to my shoulder/face/hands for the better part of 8 years.
The man at the music store asked if it was emotional for me.
Sort of. I mean, this instrument opened up a whole new world to me. Friends, music, travel, college, $. It was a trusty friend, and I couldn’t help but be flooded by old memories as I carried it from the car to the store.
And lest you think I’ve turned all non-sentimental and am just getting rid of everything so I don’t have to move it, I held on to my wedding dress (and always will) & my guitar (which someday I really do hope I learn to play.)