Rueful regrets?

The car is gone. It has been removed. It has been sold. The deed is done.
Now, though, I'm doing that horrible 'seller's regret' thing where I'm wondering if I was too hasty in just passing it on to the first person willing to pay for it? Silly, I know, but that's how my head works. I think it's a bit of an unexpected nostalgia thing, too. This is, after all, the car that brought both our children home from the hospital after their births. That means something, I guess.
But only if I attach stupid sentimentality to it...
Ah, sod it, it's done now, and tomorrow night we'll have a new car sitting outside the house, I'll have stopped thinking about the old one and we can start building brand new memories in the Mazda.

RC 27-5-23