Well, that's life here in US. I feel lonely at times, very lonely. My family is back home and I sometimes wonder, if my time to be with my family is over. For me family is the most important thing in life and yet I am so far away from them. I wonder if this is what life is all about? Or if this is even a life? Working everyday, sametime, same work, same place/cubicle/desk, meeting same people. I dread Monday's, and I am always waiting for the weekend, and when it comes, it goes in a blink of an eye. What a life in US.