Tissue & Me

You know you’re in a serious relationship with your allergies when they start giving you ultimatums. Like… move.

I recently sat across from my doctor—who, I might add, didn’t even flinch when delivering the news. I was told, quite matter-of-factly:
“Have you considered moving?”

Now, Sir. I expected a prescription. Maybe a new nose spray. Not directions to Arizona and a U-Haul.

Apparently, dry desert air is the golden child of the allergy world. No mold. Low pollen. Cactus instead of trees that launch sneeze grenades into your face. Sounds magical, right? But here’s the thing: I don’t love Arizona. I’ve never been there. I don’t like the heat. I love iced coffee with a breeze, not sand in my Crocs.

That being said, I once vacationed on Amelia Island, Florida for seven days. Ocean breeze. Salt air. Seagulls that judged me while I ate chips. And the most miraculous thing happened:

I didn’t sneeze once.

Not even when someone nearby sprayed a perfume called “Ocean Passion Mist” into the wind. My sinuses were blissfully quiet.

Contrast that with the moment I cross into Tennessee. I hit the state line from Georgia and my body starts to prepare for battle. My eyes get tired and itchy, my nose turns into a faucet, and heartburn enters stage left— okay… the heartburn might be the result of my ritualistic stop to the Taco Bell right after getting off of I40 at Sevierville. There’s just something about that Nacho Bell Grande that makes me forget that I’m fragile and also has my chest smoking like the mountains.

Vermont, on the other hand, is like a cool aunt with a calming voice and hypoallergenic furniture. I breathe better, sleep better, and don’t feel like my sinuses are at war with the environment. But moving there permanently? That would require me to enjoy snow, moose warnings, and maple syrup on everything.

I’m starting to think allergies are just a really pushy life coach.

So yes, I’ve been advised to move for my health.
But honestly? That’s why God made travel companies.
More specifically: JH Travel Company.

Because if I’m going to consider relocating for my sinuses, someone better help me do it with style. Whether I’m booking a permanent escape to Arizona, planning my next sneeze-free week in Florida, or just trying to find a pollen-free weekend getaway—JH Travel Company gets it. They don’t judge your tissue-to-suitcase ratio. They just make the trip happen.

Until I commit to desert life or beach citizenship, I’ll be over here trying to trick my immune system with HEPA filters, nasal rinses, and frequent flyer miles.

And if you see me hesitating at the Tennessee state line, holding my breath and blasting ocean sounds in my car, just know—it’s not drama. It’s histamines.

So should I move? Maybe. Should you call JH Travel Company to help you escape the allergens and reclaim your sanity? Absolutely.

– Tissue & Me (Where breathing is optional, but complaining is required)