Moving into a new place brings some troubles. More joy, but a little bit, some troubles. Dust is really the main culprit. I have a really bad allergic reaction to dust, and it gets me rubbed the wrong way round all day long.
Last night, I thought it was a genius thing to unbox and try and sort all or most of my clothing. I’ve quite quite a collection of many things, and these collections have been either in shelves or boxes for the last three years. We’ve been living with an open wardrobe, so dust lands on our clothing really easily. At the same time, I had other clothing stored in my family house. And last night was the day that a lot of this clothing said hi to each other.
They also said hi to my allergies that were dormant for a lot of the past few years – not living in air conditioned rooms meant that the natural air flow was always there. It was an allergy party last night, and it last all the way to this morning. I went to church with a mask filled with damp tissues of snot. I thought I was able to survive it, but lo and behold, I started sneezing during church itself.
I left the service soon after, and cancelled my plans for the rest of the day. I missed a lunch I had really been looking forward to, and spent the whole day just sleeping, trying to get better from it.
Currently I do feel better, but that little bit of me is just breathing very carefully, just in case it reignites some sudden sneezy trend that might catch my nose unguarded again. It feels dicey, but at least I’ll be able to breathe comfortably for now.