I bought a Kindle in November of 2008. When the Kindle 2 came out, I decided I liked the K1 better because of the user replaceable battery and the expandable memory. I had a neat Oberon cover, too.
Then I left my kindle on the train in November of 2009. I decided to replace it with the only kindle available, the K2. I decided I loved the K2, loved reading it without a case, Calibre made not having expandable memory a non-issue -- I was in heaven.
Last week, someone called me, they had found my kindle. I offerred it to him for $50, but he didn't really want an ereader, and yesterday he returned it (he got a nice Starbucks gift card).
When I found out my K1 had been found, I started working on an ebay ad. Yesterday, I got my K1 back, recharged it, and it sent chills up my spine.
I don't really know if I can get rid of it. But I certainly don't need it. I know it is stupid to feel nostagic about electronics! But I don't know if I can part with my first ereader. It feels like I am cheating.
Anyone else feel this way about their first?