After a lot of changing my mind, I have decided to go home. To Imphal. For yaosang.
It would be after ages that I would be enjoying yaosang at home. I am half excited, half anxious. I hope the elf would take to it. Or he could turn up his snobbish nose and say it is too noisy.
I think I have found my calling - glass tiles. It is something so easy but the end results leave me happy.
Now, if only I could find a decent supplier then I could seriously think about selling my craft. Just like C tells me to do every time she sees me make something. Too bad it would not pay enough as this job does. One day. Some day.