I joined the hobby in 2008 when I was 16. I was pretty much obsessed with dolls all the way through college and uni. I only started to lose interest once adult life kicked in. I think part of the issue was that I was relying on my doll sewing as part of my income while I searched for a full time job, and that totally sapped all the joy out of it for me. When I finally got a job and no longer needed the dolls for my income, I stopped doing anything with them. I eventually sold all of them but two to help fund my furniture shopping spree when I moved out of my parents' house. I honestly didn't think much about dolls for about two years (2016/2017). One day I randomly dug Molly, one of my remaining dolls and my all-time favourite, out of the drawer where I'd abandoned her. I snapped a few photos for my instagram, just for old times sake. I guess seeing her face again made me realise how much I missed her, because I didn't put her back in the drawer. A few months later, I bought the most expensive doll I've ever bought (my grail), which cemented my return to the hobby. I'm so so glad I returned! But I'm also really glad I left too. The break definitely did me some good. I was never this happy with my dolls the first time around. It kind of feels like my old collection was just my practice run, and now I'm doing it for real and these are the dolls that are meant to be mine. I did feel a bit out of the loop for a while after I returned. There was a lot to catch up on! Also I massively regretted selling all my clothes and accessories. I'm still mourning some of the outfits I used to own that aren't available anymore. And for a while I also massively regretted selling my Iplehouse Tatiana, until I miraculously managed to buy back the exact same one (I still can't get over how lucky I was there!). But yeah, overall I would say my story had a very happy ending.