6:15 p.m. — I get home to a text from a downstairs neighbor asking for help setting up her tree. I drop my stuff off and head down to help her. We set it up and it looks amazing! I don't have a tree because it literally would not fit in my apartment, and I would have nowhere to store it, but I make up for it with the sheer amount of holiday decor that I have accumulated over the past five years. My neighbor offers me a slice of pizza, which I gladly accept, and we chat for awhile.