And now... without waterwings!

A weird day for sure. 
I walked into my mom's place around 11am and she was on the phone with her realtor: it seems that her offer on a waterfront two bedroom has been accepted.  It's awesome because she has been coveting this building for months and she was outbid on her last attempt to purchase there.
It's a beautiful building in one of the best locations in Canada - possibly the world - so I am so pleased she got it and I am very excited about her transforming it and moving into in the new year.
We walked along Broadway as she had to see her realtor and I had my last session with my therapist and we parted ways and I limped my way over to Broadway and Ash because something disastrous has happened to my knee and I don't want to really fully acknowledge it yet because I just got over the rotated hip scenario.  But fundamentally?  Marathons aren't for me and I promise that there is only one more after Boston.  I don't want to do them anymore.  They hurt me physically and they take up an unhealthy amount of my time: time that should be more evenly distributed amongst other things of equal or greater importance.
Figure out where my therapist's office is, because I have never been to her Vancouver location: I have always met her in her home office.  I walk in the view is stupefying.  We go and get a coffee.  We talk. I look out and I see the very building that my mom has recently bought into and point this out to my therapist. New beginnings and all that.
It was a good session.  We rehashed the past.  We identified future sticking points. We went over the tools that I have to help me deal with possible future sticking points.  We talked about my dad.  That's always hard.  She is also a teacher and she said she felt as proud of me as she did towards her graduating students.  I thanked her for being the most wonderful therapist I had ever been to and for being with me for the most difficult period of my life and that I thought she was excellent at what she did and that I have (and would) recommend her to anyone.  And then she started crying.  So we hugged it out.
I think one of the main differences between the two other therapists that I saw and Michelle is empathy.  She genuinely listened and genuinely understood my pain when I expressed it, and I don't do a very good job of communicating when I am in pain, but I am aware of this and will do better in the future.
Went home to clean my condo because two (count 'em: two!) people are coming to view my place tomorrow.  How odd is that?
Then I went and had a rather engaging and introspective two hour dinner with Renee and it sort of rejuvenated me and helped me to feel a little less alone with my crazy alternative ideas.  Everyone is going through shit of their own and interesting people can provide you with interesting insights.  She even commented that I seemed more calm and comfortable in my own skin and I'm glad she noticed it because there were days when I would have scrubbed it off in its entirety if I could have.
Though, maybe in a sense I have.