Moving, moving, moved..

The move is over - I am tired of moving houses. It has made me think of buying a place here. But the price of houses here is enough to make faint - even if I take loan, I would have to make a down payment of an obscene amount, the kind money I can only dream about.

There are still boxes left to be unpacked. It is amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in two years. The elf has close to three boxes of books - imagine. I have about one box. My art supplies is enough to fill up a box. And the kitchen stuffs - we have enough to feed ourselves if ever there was a famine. And enough gadgets to make me wonder what possibly possessed us when we bought those stuffs.

I am tired - bone tired. I need to grow roots and settle down. I need a place I can call home...the gypsy in me is sobbing...

 

Back and flying again

So we are back from Imphal - had a great time (that warrants another post) and we are packing our bags again to fly back tomorrow night.

Been shopping for books and other stuffs. I do the reverse of what I used to do in US when I first went there - currency conversion in my head from ruper to dollar - and I go 'oh this is just 1 dollar..oh this is less than 10 dollars...we spent 6k in starmark and when I told my sister, I think she almost went into shock - I have a stingy sister, anything worth more than 10 rupee makes her hesitate!! -but I told her it is just over 100 dollars..the joys of earning in dollars and spending in rupees-priceless.

The end result is that we might touch the 90 kgs limit. While on weight limit, I was so sad when we weighed our bags at home and found we were about 10 kgs below our total allowed weight of 45 kgs. So I went to the market and bought two cauliflowers - I know I am silly. In the end, after putting in this and that and what nots, when our bags were weighed in the airport, we were over the weight limit by almost 2 kgs. Luckily we were not asked to pay extra otherwise I would have dug out the cauliflowers and asked the lady at the counter to have them for dinner. I am very thoughtful that way...

I will write in detail about the yaosang trip...later..I need to pack now...

On the way home

Here I am, waiting to board the plane to take me home. This is the first time I am flying with the elf alone...and hopefully, we will not end up tearing each others hair out... I have the book from C to keep me company...

See you on the other side

Homeward bound

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.

Roses