T changing office

My T got two offices. The first one, the nearest to my home, is not changing; the other one (which is a little more than an hour away with public transports and in which I just go occasionally when we have a reschedule or such) switched (in the same area of the previous one, just a little distant from there) and on monday I'll go having therapy there for the first time.

I admit that on one hand I'm curious, on the other one... kinda sad. I loved my routine to reach the old place. I find reassuring the fact that it was on a big and full of people street (but inside it was peaceful and calm, cause she were the only T in that complex of offices, so no full waiting rooms, which I don't really love). And the first real session we had, plus almost all the most emotional and important ones of this two years and half, were all there. I was attached to the place. Of course I'll bring this stuff on in session.

Now I'm seeing the new address thanks to google maps and the new street (and the way I have to take on foot to reach it too) looks lifeless, solitary. I also understood that her office is in the same location of some kind of musical association... I mean, she told me that when I'll reach the main entrance I'll have to ring exactly there (at the name of this association). My mind is already racing for all kind of byzarre situations to happen...

I'm just throwing it there cause I know that in this weekend I'll mainly think about this.

Thoughts/similar experiences?

Totally understand!! Its hard when T's change offices. My old T changed offices 4 or 5 times in 7 years, and it got ridiculously hard. Being in a new room, new feeling, new atmosphere--takes a bit of time to adjust.

For me it's more the whole package (the location, the path and so on). Sometimes I had therapy in another room of the same building (in the other, nearest to my home complex) and it felt pretty much the same. But all in all I'm gonna miss this particular room... it's gone forever, now. Don't want to overdramatize it (I would go and have therapy even on the moon, as long as I have my T, which is the important) but sometimes I still think of that sessions in the late, summer afternoon... that perfect atmosphere and lights/shadows I could see outside the window while sitting there. I can't help but already tasting nostalgia...

Thanks a lot for taking some time and responding to my thread, SarahMichelle . I really appreciated it.

I think some people are more aware of their environment, of the atmosphere around them, and are affected by it. Others aren't; they're just as happy eating standing up at a street corner concession as at a five-star restaurant.

Most of us in therapy, I would guess, fall in the first group. I know I do. I was unable to work with one woman simply because her office was stuffed with mementos everywhere: walls full of photos, shelves overflowing with figurines, tables full of stuffed animals, hardly enough room to sit because of the pillows. I felt suffocated. I asked to meet in another room, but she couldn't work anywhere else!

I sympathize with you, Liam Grey. It would be a difficult & sad move for me to make, were I in your place. But moving with your T gives it promise ... new memories!

Our group had to move once, because the organisation that owned the old room went bust.

Four years on, that building is still unoccupied.

We were thrown out of our home just so it could stand empty.