My heartfelt sympathy.
I sold most of my vintage fountain pen collection when I lost my job in the early 90’s. It was my first extended lesson in
Buying is easy, selling is hard. Some of the stuff I parted with I still miss and know I can never replace, because of how unique those pieces were. But, most of it I don’t miss at all. I still have a few dozen that I particularly prized, but the really valuable ones had to go.
At the time, we had small children and I was the sole support. I bit the bullet because I had no choice. It took me about eighteen months to sell off about two thousand pens and I hated almost every minute of it. In order to move things along, I sold below market and lost money more often than not. But, I did not feel sorry for myself; instead, I felt guilty and stupid for failing to anticipate the corner I’d painted myself into.
There’ll be another day,
@Just Livin . Just leave the gun and take the cannoli.
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