My trip to Boston was awesome….

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Here are the highlights:

  • I got to reconnect with my dear old friend J. We talked so much that weekend that by the end of every day my throat hurt. J… we have to talk more… Once a year isn’t cutting it anymore and now that a Facebook quiz told you that you are meant to be a Californian AND we don’t have snow… I don’t see that you have any other option.

  • J is also a fellow Gluten-Freer. In fact, she is an original Gluten-Freer, having been suffering from the allergy since 1999. In my circle of friends, I am the only gluten intolerant so it was completely refreshing to not have to worry about it, or think about it, or talk about it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind educating people, but sometimes it can be very overwhelming and exhausting to repeat myself. And since my diagnosis, I have not eaten out so much and so well. I had gluten free pizza… I had gluten free pasta… I even had delicious gluten free garlic bread and waffles!
  • It was amazing to see how much Boston had changed in the last 15 years and yet, how much it managed to stay the same. The city is so much more beautiful, open and walkable!
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  • And most importantly, I healed. On the first day, I got very emotional as I visited my old university and places of employment. What surprised me the most is that I did not get emotional when I visited the places that I used to frequent with my Ex. I felt some anger for sure, but mostly, I felt stronger. For example, there was a taqueria called Anna’s that my Ex and I used to frequent and I ended up there for a late lunch on Friday.  I ordered a chicken taco, sat down by the window, took a bite, and blurted out, “I hate this place,” and then I started laughing. I was just as shocked at my admission as the person sitting at the table next to me. I thought I had fond memories of Anna’s, but I guess not. We ate at that damn taqueria way more than I would like to admit and I never, ever liked it. I also never told him. Speaking up for myself would have resulted in an argument. Well, I now I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do, so with only one bite of my taco, I got up and walked out.

I definitely plan on going back to Boston again.