Clothed In Love

I met my neighbors yesterday for the very first time and realized something shocking about myself; I am a terrible neighbor. It had been over six months since I moved into my new apartment in Dallas, Texas, and I hadn’t made a single effort to introduce myself to them. I saw them in the elevator once, but the stack of groceries in my arms created some kind of social wall that kept me from locking eyes with them. They are the kindest of people, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t find a good excuse for my behavior.[…]