What is your T's office like? My t's office had a waiting room with a back room that we'd go in to do therapy. He had no receptionist and would come out and call me back to the room. Then he'd offer me a cup of tea. The waiting room had many drawings...seashells on the tables...several comfy couches...a faint vanilla-ish aroma...

I think part of comfort comes with familiarity. I'd always sit in the chair by the door leading out and he'd sit across from me in front of the window. I'd lay my coat on the floor next to the chair and then slump down in it, getting ready for my session with him. His coat would be hanging on the chair by his desk, his laptop on top of the desk, kids games on the floor behind him, the dim light of his lamp, the plant in the corner and peaceful quiet. I'd be looking down and see an errant curl of his hair out of the corner of my eye against the backdrop of the white shades behind him. And I knew he was there...my T...he was always there listening. I think I have every detail of that office memorized, from the kleenex box to the rug. It was our place for the hour. I miss our place, but I remember it so well. It was relaxing and safe, a good place to be with my T. I just wanted to share.