For the first time in over thirty years it feels like the end of the road for my days of collecting. The itch to find “that next watch” has been satisfied. The burning desire to acquire different and rarer watches, to learn new watch stories and lore just isn’t there anymore.

A bend in the road. A metaphoric landmark. If you live long enough, you may look around you at some point and say, about everything, "Yes, it's enough". There is peace in that.

BTW: That is a beautiful watch, a work of art.