I had my first in-person visit with my therapist in 13.5 months today. It was also his first day in his new office (same practice, they just outgrew the buildings that they started in 20 years ago). The office change has been worrying me because I knew it was going to be pretty different but it was really ok. I miss the size of the old office and I miss "my chair" (I sat there for the last 15 years and loved that it has detailing that I could fidget with) but I'll get used to it. It felt more comfortable than I was afraid of. Like I told him last week when he was explaining that I wouldn't know any of the staff or office people and so who that would be l that the one that mattered was him. And that was true. He was really nice. Years ago I gave him a little vial of shattered shells that together were beautiful and included a note thanking him for helping me find beauty in my shattered life. He made a point of showing me that he'd moved them and where they are. He doesn't have a lot of space so that was really nice. He lost so much space he couldn't move everything.

Boy being out and around exhausted me though. I had to take my car in for a minor repair after my appointment and I came home feeling drained. I've been out so little in the last 13 months that everything is overstimulating. I'll have to work on that now that I'm fully vaccinated.