My name is Sara and I have a confession to make, I’m a hoarder.
I can’t really pinpoint where it started. Like most people it kind of snuck up on me, I’ve never thought of myself as a hoarder but things get to a point that they’re so overwhelming you need to face the truth.
If I’m really honest I guess it started a couple of years ago. Back then though it was just the one, and I was happy with that. But as time goes on you start to realise that maybe one isn’t enough. What if it goes missing? What if I can’t find it? Even worse what if no one can find it?
So I branched out, and got one more. Just one more I told myself, it’s no big deal, I need it, just to be safe. Then two turned into three, that turned into 5 and from there I just stopped counting. Now I can barely move around my apartment for fear of knocking into a stack of them and sending my precious hoard tumbling over the floor. I spend my nights searching, compiling and collecting more and more to add to my collection. With each find I convince myself that this would be the last, this one was the last one I needed. Just one more….
But there’s always another one waiting around the corner ready to take hold of my senses, entrance me in it’s beauty, sell me on it’s indispensability and how much easier and more fulfilled my life would be if I could only posses it. So I dive in, I become ensnared by it’s song, it’s promise and add it to my collection, in essence to my identity.
So this is my confession, to cleanse my soul, my guilt and move on with my life.
I’m a hoarder of domains, you name it I’ve got it. I’ve got .com, .com.au, .net, I’ve got the plurals, the singular, you name it I’ve bought it.
I’ve ordered a skip-bin for Monday so I’ll do a big clear out and hopefully be able to move on with my life.