Ok, here is my dilemma. Ever since I came to USA, I always wanted to go back home at some point (for good, I mean). It’s been a more than a decade and I’m still here without knowing where I am headed towards. I am not even sure why I came here to begin with, not that I regret though. But I never pictured myself living in USA for ever. I completed my studies a long time ago and have a decent job for quite sometime. I experienced the American lifestyles from many angles and lived my life to the fullest. I don’t have a dream of being a millionaire, so not much to live for now - besides working 9-5 on weekdays and waiting desperately for weekends to come by. Weekends come and go and the same loop starts all over again. You know what I mean. I’ve never felt like I belong here; everything looks so fake and artificial, which is what the USA is all about (for me at least). And every now and then when I see postings from Nepalese brothers and sisters grieving on their parents’ loss, I get scared the most. I want to go and serve my parents before it is too late. At the same time, I feel like I am trapped inside some kinda hole, which not letting me to get outta here. Do any of you have a similar experience to share with or I’m the only moron out there?