I can kind of relate to this guy. I bought my guitar in '92 with my first ever weeks wages. I stripped it’s paint, carved it into my dream Ibanez JS from the time, redid the pickups (3 separate times). I finished it in natural wood, put some yacht varnish on it (which 27 years later still looks like it was done just last week). I’ve changed the pickup configuration, refinished the frets, fitted it with a MIDI pickup. All that while playing it constantly for almost 3 decades. Heck I’d get my family out of danger if ever needed, but I’ll be damned if I would leave it behind in this scenario. I consider it part of my family!