Enter the Land of the Free, Home of the Brave

I was standing freely on the train when it started t move. And move fast. The sudden acceleration of the train nearly made me fall. I realized I am in the US of A, in the inter-terminal train in the Chicago airport.
It's been a week since I landed in America. I left my mother and my motherland on the 5th Oct early morning by Lufthansa flight. The last few days were very difficult for me personally. I didn't realize I'd be so sad leaving my family. The 28-hr flight was so uncomfortable. The dometic Kingfisher flights are more comfy than the lufthansa ones. The Frankfurt and Chicago airports truly took my breath away.
Life took on the all too familiar busy colours soon after joining office. But that was expected.I am amazed to 2 particular things in America. How nice people are and how easy things are.
Strangers nodding and saying Hello to grocery store attendants wishing you "Have a nice day" with an endearing smile, every person seems so nice, I'll have to watch out for diabetes now. People are so sweet!
And everything seems like an easy or a beginner level in a video game. Things are just so damn easy! I opened my bank account in 10 minutes! Yes 10 minutes, not 10 hours or 10 days!
Within a wek, I have a bank a/c a house a car. And the roads, phew! Whoever has driven through the Indian roads will know what an experience it is. But here, sometimes I get bored. People follow all the rules!! Drivers follow the signals, there's no pesky auto rikshaws or cycle rikshaws and bicycles have a separate lane. There's hardly any traffic and all the roads have 3/4 lanes. Man things are cool here.
But things are not what makes human beings. People love not things but well... people. And in spite of everything, I miss the hustle and bustle and the pollution and the love of the people i left across the ocean. Miss you guys.