Don't worry waggs. Some refer to me as a hoarder as well. Of course, they weren't there with me when I was sitting in a junkyard mud pile or in some guy's weed infested backyard removing parts. Or driving across town to where I used to pay to store them every other month to make sure the tarps were still intact and the underside was dry. Or paid to have them moved when I was unable to keep them somewhere to somewhere else. Or had them looked after and moved when I relocated 2000 miles away for 5 years. Or how I paid $$ to ship a couple back with me when I returned. Or how when I returned home how I gave up all of my possessions except for a set of pots, a microwave, and my guitars so I could load up a huge container of parts I collected over my years away. Or how I spent $$ to ensure I could own a place where I could finally put them and all the dang parts all in one place. Or the home project that I took on to keep my wife happy so I could do the above.
Sometimes it takes longer to bring our dreams to fruition then we planned, but at least having that dream keeps you going!
Having said that, love your place
Grant