Moving Day

I haven't been posting because we moved this weekend and I still can't find a thing. We crossed the river into St. Paul. We live in a great neighborhood and we met a lot of neighbors at a block party. I still struggle with parties, especially when I don't know the people. Everyone we met told us to eat but I didn't want to tell them I couldn't eat it because everything was filled with gluten. Great first impression, "my name is Mary and I'm gluten intolerant." Writing this post has got me feeling like I'm treating my gluten intolerance like it's a plague and when I tell someone they're going to back away from me with a disgusted look on their face and tell their children to stay away from me. They'll drive by my house and say, "that's the gluten free house. Don't look at it you might catch it."

Obviously you can't catch gluten intolerance.

I have a feeling that our new neighbors would have been really cool about my diet restrictions. They probably would have gone out of their way to find me something. Advocating for myself as a child was much easier - I was completely unaware how my needs would affect someone else. Damn my conscious.