It's almost time.

If my application goes through, I'll be leaving mid Feb. Probably around 18th. Not too long left here, not very comforting. This morning, I tried imagining how life would be like away from my family. Horrible. Same without my friends, I guess. Twice horrible.

Anyways, I tried the bottle of wine I found open in my fridge. The only thought that ran through my mind after the first sip: rotten-grape juice. With the smell of wet, half-rotting wood, and an acidity level that resembles the bottle of red vinegar in the cupboard. I'm convinced that it's just spoilt.