I was sitting in the lobby of my daughter’s DC apartment complex after spending a couple of hours helping her get situated on what was day three of her move-in. Each day, I’ve invested a few hours with her and then time to prep for next week.
As I sat in the lobby over an eight-hour span, I encountered very kind people who introduced themselves using my T-shirt, I was rocking my Coyote Hills Foster Care Ministries shirt or my leather bag as a jumping-off point for, “How are you? Are you new to the building?” Of course, I shared that no, I’m using this as my makeshift office for the day while my daughter settles into her apartment.
One stranger, after passing in and out of the complex a half-dozen times, stopped and asked, “Are you a resident here?” And before I could make the same typical statement, he added, “You know we have a business center that might be more comfortable for you.” I shared that I was comfortable enough, the business center is closed-in and stuffy. At least sitting by the door, I can occasionally look up, people-watch, and get some fresh air.