You did everything your Asian family asked, and you did it well. Top of the class, respectable degree, and a job title your parents can recite to strangers while the aunties go waah. Then somewhere over the ocean on the flight home, the feeling climbs into your carry-on, and by the time you land it is sitting on your chest.You have googled it thoroughly and you do not tick enough boxes to be unhappy. Nobody died. Nothing is wrong. You have a good salary, d...