I come from a long family line of hoarders[1]. I would love to continue the tradition, but I move for work every couple of years, usually across borders, sometimes across oceans, sending through the mail everything I cannot carry. That makes it hard to accumulate a proper stockpile of cameras and supplies. As it is, the biggest single item that moves with me is my film scanner. I sure picked the wrong hobby for my career, or the wrong career for my hobby ...

[1] When my grandmother died we found a large thirty-year-old jar of cream of tartar, virtually untouched, carefully date-labelled.