One woman strikes out on her own and builds herself a home and shares her house movers advice.

I bought a house on impulse.

While at one of the turnover ceremonies of a development project my company had a housing plan partnership with in a village, I fell in love with the spectacular view of rolling mountains and the quaint, multi-colored houses. The mountains were just  a stone’s throw away; it felt like if I stretched my arms a bit farther, I could easily touch them.

I had always envisioned that I would buy a house for myself, and that day, I did. A few months later, I had a house ready for occupancy. Two years later, my house remained empty.

A lot of people wondered when I would transfer and I always answered, “soon,” with a smile. But I couldn’t face living alone in my house. I was quite content with my one-room apartment, in a compound where I lived with a very kind landlady, her family, and other tenants. I was so attached to it, and so accustomed to moving in the same groove day in and day out, like a prisoner who has learned to love the familiarity of his own cell.

Also, being an accountant, I kept thinking about the cost of transferring. I was still paying off my car loan; I did not have enough for house movers.

In truth, I was not confident  enough to move out. As far as I was concerned, moving out meant leaping out into darkness and I was afraid. There were times I thought buying that house on impulse and then not living in it was a stupid decision; buyer’s remorse you could say. I thought I had made a huge mistake and felt like banging my head on the wall.

Then typhoon Ondoy hit. The flooding prevented me from going back to my apartment for days. And when I finally did, I was totally shocked to find that my room had been burglarized. I felt unsafe and vulnerable. But this also propelled me to finally move into my house.

I made the big leap.

At first, I had no furniture save for one Sponge Bob bean bag and a TV set. I ate on the floor Japanese style, and I slept on the floor Korean style. I led a Zen-like life. I had no water connection for two days, and I would fetch water from my neighbor; I bathed using only one pail of water.

Then, I started filling the house with furniture and appliances, and gradually realized that my decision to transfer offered pleasant surprises. I immensely enjoyed  reading books  and magazines on house movers decorating and cleaning. I applied what I learned in my new home.

I read an house movers article on making a house look like you; I am proud to say that my home reflects my personality.

I have injected orange, my favorite color, everywhere. My curtains, sofa, and floor are orange. Heck, even my faucet and trashcan have an orangey hue. I love crocheting, and that’s evident in my table runners. I love reading books and watching movies, so I put my passion on display – there are shelves dedicated to my collection.

I bought plants into my house and they give my home a positive vibe. And speaking of plants, I learned how to garden. I planted perennials, flowers, and cacti in my front porch, and they’re thriving. I didn’t even know I had a green thumb! And I discovered that gardening was a great way to relieve stress; it rejuvenates me. I experienced the joys of decorating my living space and it gave me a different kind of house movers high.

It turned out that moving to my new house was a good decision after all. Sometimes, one just has to grit his or her teeth, roll the dice, and take the plunge. I now think that braving the unknown is better than doing nothing. It is frightening yet often most rewarding. Taking great risks reaps great payoffs.

I realized that having a house of my own is quite empowering and liberating. And I have never felt so alive.

House movers advice from Nanette N. Tabuac is the head of the accounting department of an exclusive girl’s school. She is also treasurer of the Metro Manila Concert Orchestra.