Two days ago we sold our RV, and I feel like we've lost an old friend. I knew the day would come when we'd have to sell it, but it was (embarrassingly) much harder than I care to admit. The couple that bought it "is a good family," like that has really any true relevance on the selling of an inanimate object, right? But it does. When you sell your house, you want 'the right person" to move into it. Well, the people that are moving into our RV are a lovely retired couple that just want to take it to the beach. As I was speaking to the wife, she understood how "our loss" was going to feel. I was saying my thank-yous and good-byes when I had to turn and head for straight for shore! Tears began to form, and the door was just shut behind me when the flood gates opened wide. It's just an RV I kept telling myself. But we all know that it's just this or it's just that is not at all what IT is.
It's whatever that object, our RV, represented to you, to me, to your family. That RV represented so much, and as I stood in our entryway sobbing, my husband said, "It's just like losing an old friend, huh?"
YES, IT IS! Logically I know we'll always have the memories, and they are amazing memories! And logically I know it really is all about the memories, not the RV. But that box on wheels gave us, gave me, freedom, adventure, courage, connection and a stronger sense of who I am, and I will never forget that.
We don't have to deliver the RV until next week, so maybe we'll spend one more night in it, talking about old times. And as it is with so many things in life, you have to say good-bye to one thing only to welcome and say hello to another. So I am looking ahead and will say hello, to whatever that may be. But I'll still miss our old friend.