I don't know if this counts as a confession, but I'm supposed to be planning a housewarming party for my new apartment and all I feel is this… just RAGE. Not at the apartment, I guess, or even at myself, really, but at everything. How am I supposed to invite my friends over to celebrate finally having my own space (a *real* space, not just a room) when I know they're still stuck in tiny, expensive boxes, barely scraping by year after year? It feels so incredibly unfair, and I just keep thinking about how much I hate that I'm the one who "made it" (even though it hardly feels like it, just less awful) and they're still struggling, and how dare I even *think* about being happy about it when they're not. I think maybe I just won't have the party at all.