I form strong attachments to inanimate objects sometimes.
On Sunday, just after we got home from the out of town wedding we attended, FI and I sold our boat. We bought it from another family member last year, and ended up having to put so much money into repairs that it just wasn't worth it anymore, so we listed it for sale. I expected it to take a while, by we got a full-price offer after just a few days and we handed it over yesterday.
It's a relief to be done with it, but I'm also a little sad. Probably too sad. I spent almost every summer during my teens dragging behind that boat. It's the one I learned how to slalom and wakeboard on. I miss it.

I was the same way with my first car. Anybody else?