I moved into my new house this week. And it’s amazing. I now have several things that I haven’t had since I lived with my parents (hi mom):
- A dishwasher
- My own bathroom
- A washer/dryer I can rely on
- By that I mean my clothes won’t be lying on the dusty floor when I return, forcing me to re-wash them
- A closet with doors that work
- A private porch
- and a kitchen I’m allowed to cook in
Now you may be used to having most of these things. But to me, they’re a luxury.
Yep. Everything about the new house is perfect. Except one small thing…
I’m allergic to it.
What? you say.
Oh yeah… Allergic.
I’ve never been allergic to anything in my entire life. Not cats. Not dogs. Not even pollen.
But every time I step into the place where I am contractually bound to live for the next year, my nose starts running and I begin uncontrollably sneezing.
I know a bunch of you have moved into new homes this summer. If you’ve experienced a similar problem and have a solution, by all means let me know.
(picture thanks to Jacqui)
August 13th, 2009 at 11:30 am
Maybe you’re not so much allergic to the house but to what it stands for instead. Growing up. I suggest you stop and revert back to your less mature frat boy ways. Get a few too many roomates to up the testosterone level, scatter a few half naked posters of women around and host a noisy messy beer pong tournament weekly. This should help to absorb any of those pesky “grown up particles” and have you breathing normally in no time. Either that or you may have some type of mold problem which none of this will fix. Good luck!
August 25th, 2009 at 2:26 pm
There’s always good ol’ Nasonex, Pomer.
Love the blog. Looking forward to Dolins and Pomers in NYC in two weeks!
August 25th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Why do I have to read your blog to find out you’re not feeling well? I’ll consult with Ed…