Nov 01, 2006 22:41
I just sold my guitar, I'm a little saddened by this. It's sad to see it go even though I know I wanted to sell it. I remember buying the guitar when I was a teenager; I saved up and also spent the money my Nan gave me as a gift to buy the guitar. Since my Nan passed away it sort of reminds me of her and also of my teenage years. My kitchen table and chairs used to be my Nan’s as well but my roommate has decided to buy them which I'm glad. For some reason it just feels better that I know they are going to friends instead of strangers.
I would have liked to of sold my guitar to a friend. That's probably why I never really tried hard to sell it, I just asked friends. The guy who bought the guitar was named Dave and that makes me feel better for some odd reason. I guess it's because when I played my guitar a lot I had a ton of Dave friends and one of my closest friends at the time who I used to jam with constantly was named Dave. So the fact that it's going to a Dave makes me smile a bit, plus the guy owns two other exact guitars as mine except in red instead of blue. So my guitar will have siblings to talk to, heh heh.