Wherever I lay my phone, that's my home
I'm not sure if this really counts as a passion, but it seems to be a bit of a fixation and I'm sure it's not entirely normal behaviour.
In the past year I've bought seven mobile phones. Seven.
I never used to be like this. I used to have the same phone for at least a year if not longer. Now, I'll spend ages looking for the "right" phone, buy it, have it for a couple of months (if that), decide that I don't like the keypad, the predictive text is annoying to use, the camera is poor, or that I don't actually need a camera, as I just take lots of pictures of my cats on it like the sad woman I am, then start looking for a new phone all over again.
It's not because I have to have the latest model either. After my super lovely and rather swish Motorola L6 proved to have a somewhat poor battery life (Unfortunately it proved this on Mother's Day, when I was away from home and couldn't get to a payphone - not good),I have now got the most basic Nokia ever, the 1110. Although I had to get another Nokia first before buying that one, of course.
I wish I could have a normal shopping fetish, like buying shoes or something.