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Breathing Easier (Finally)
I never had allergies before moving to San Diego. Like, NEVER. And then boom—six months after settling into my little apartment in North Park, I’m suddenly this sneezing, wheezing disaster of a human being.
At first I blamed it on the Santa Ana winds. You know, those weird hot gusts that blow in from the desert and make everyone a little crazy? My neighbor Tina (who’s lived here forever) told me they bring in all kinds of pollen and dust. But the winds came and went, and my symptoms didn’t.
Mornings were the absolute worst. I’d wake up feeling like someone had stuffed cotton balls up my nose overnight. My eyes would be so itchy and puffy that I’d scare myself in the bathroom mirror. Not exactly the California dream I signed up for.
The breaking point came during that massive jacaranda bloom last spring. My entire street was covered in those pretty purple flowers—and I was DYING. Literally couldn’t breathe through my nose for like a week straight. My coworkers at the biotech lab in Sorrento Valley started placing bets on how many times I’d sneeze during meetings (my record was 17… during a 30-minute client call… not my finest professional moment).
So I did what any desperate person does—consulted Dr. Google. Spent HOURS reading about dust mites and pet dander and mold spores and all that gross stuff that’s apparently living in our homes rent-free. Somewhere around midnight, I stumbled across this house cleaning cost calculator specifically for allergy-friendly cleaning services.
Not gonna lie, the prices made me wince. I mean, I already pay ridiculous rent for my “charming” (read: tiny) apartment with the world’s loudest upstairs neighbor. Did I really need to spend MORE money?
But then I had this flashback to visiting my friend’s beach house in Del Mar last summer. It was the first time in months I could actually breathe normally. No sneezing. No itchy eyes. Nothing. And then coming back to my own place and instantly feeling like garbage again.
That’s when it clicked. Maybe it wasn’t San Diego—maybe it was MY APARTMENT.
I called this hypoallergenic cleaning service the next day. The woman who answered? Sorry, was too busy trying not to sneeze to remember, was super nice about my million questions.
“So do you guys, like, actually remove allergens or just move them around?” I asked, probably sounding like a complete skeptic.
She laughed. “We hear that a lot! Our cleaning process actually removes them with HEPA vacuums and plant-based products. Most regular cleaning just redistributes allergens.”
“Huh.” (Eloquent, I know.)
I scheduled them for the following Tuesday and then panic-cleaned the night before because apparently that’s what we all do? Cleaning before the cleaners come. So dumb, but whatever.
The day they came, I worked from Lestat’s Coffee House on Park Boulevard (their cold brew is LIFE, btw). When I came home… OK so I’m not exaggerating when I say I could FEEL the difference the second I walked in. The air just felt… lighter? Cleaner? Less like it was actively trying to kill me?
That night I slept straight through—no waking up gasping or reaching for tissues. The next morning? No puffy eyes. No sneeze attacks. Just… normal breathing. I literally stood in my kitchen taking deep breaths like a weirdo because it felt so GOOD.
My place didn’t smell like chemicals either. Just kinda fresh and clean. They’d gotten into all these spots I never thought about—behind the refrigerator, under the bed (yikes), tops of ceiling fans. All those dust traps that had been slowly murdering me.
It’s been three months now. They come every two weeks, and I’ve cut my allergy meds in half. Last weekend I actually hiked Torrey Pines without having to stop every five minutes to blow my nose. Progress!
Sure, it’s not cheap. But neither are allergy medications and doctor’s visits and lost productivity from feeling like garbage all the time. Plus, I’m not constantly washing my sheets and pillowcases anymore trying to get rid of dust mites (which, by the way, is a horrifying rabbit hole of information I wish I could un-know).
My mom visited last month and did that thing moms do—running her finger along surfaces checking for dust. Then she looked at me all suspicious.
“You’ve never been this clean in your life. Who are you and what have you done with my child?”
I just shrugged. “Turns out breathing is nice. Who knew?”
Sometimes I wonder how many people are suffering through allergies in this city without realizing their own homes are the problem. The Gaslamp Quarter isn’t the only thing in San Diego that might be making you wheeze, folks!
Anyway. If you’re reading this and recognize yourself in my sneezy saga, maybe consider a deep clean. Your sinuses will thank you. Mine certainly did.
– Casey Martin, San Diego, California