What no one tells you about arriving at the life you always wanted Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Ben White ( Unsplash ) I was eating char kway teow at a food stall this afternoon when it occurred to me that I had nothing to complain about. The queue had been short. The noodles were good. The fan overhead was actually working. My work was going fine. And I felt, sitting there with soy sauce on my thumb, vaguely uncomfortable. Not sad. Not worried. Just… slightly off. Like wearing a shirt that fits perfectly but backwards. I didn’t know what to do with that. Here’s what nobody prepares you for: the strange unease of a life that is, by most reasonable measures, going well. We spend years oriented toward problems. If I just get this job. If I just move to a better apartment. If I just get out of this relationship, this city, this phase.…