After all these years, I finally found it..... the coolest looking toolbox I've ever seen! It's brand new, has a black matte finish, triple bank, top cabinet included (for "free") and it's custom pinstriped (green/white/yellow) on the cabinet hood, multiple drawers, and both sides. Plus, it came with a matching pinstriped cart! I got a good deal on it.... free top cabinet, and a trade in value on my toolboxes that was over double what I initially paid for them. It's a hell of an upgrade and by far the best deal I've had to date. As I was switching all my tools from my old box to my new one, I couldn't help but feel a certain way about it. I'm a sentimental person in a lot of ways, and my tools are no exception. I got my old green toolbox right out of trade school, on a "half price" special. Super base model, but name brand. It came in on a big truck and in a big crate, and I felt really good unwrapping it because it was one of the only new things I ever purchased up until that point. I filled it with all my tools and organized it perfectly, being as efficient as possible based on the frequency of use of my tools versus available space. I put a bunch of stickers on it, many of which came from certain times, groups or places in my career. I had it on u-hauls and roll-backs, drug it from job to job and across state lines. I even used it as collaterial to get my first ACTUALLY reliable vehicle. It was a key component in helping me make money over these past 16 years in my field. It was my broke ass, hustle hard, starter box. As I was scraping off all the stickers and waiting for the tool man to pick up the boxes, I realized that there's a time and a place for everything. My old tool box reflected places I no longer live in, groups that no longer exist, and memories that mean less and less in the scheme of things as time passes. I have changed a lot in the past decade and a half and my little starter box no longer reflects me. I have earned certifications in my field, promotions in my company, and I've grown up a lot. It's time that my most significant, professional and outward facing possession reflected that. So as my old box was getting loaded onto the tool truck and I was left with this awesome and unfamiliar new tool box, I decided to take the past - the good, bad, and evertlything in between - and just let it go. Time only moves on and I have a lot of future left ahead of me, there's no sense in being stuck in the past. The only thing I can do is roll with changes I don't want, and embrace the changes I do want. I know everyone faces challenges with change in different ways, and it can be hard to deal with. Although I'm not happy about a new burden (tool bill), I am happy with the new aestetic and organizational changes.