It is December 2nd, and I decided I'm gonna move to New York.

I, uh That's crazy.

So I'm gonna be moving all the way across the country from l.

A to New York City all by myself.

And I thought I would take you guys along on the journey because it is one hell of a pain in the ass to book all my travel, sell the clothes in the core.

I'm not taking with me.

Find a home for my frankly excessive number of plants.

Say goodbye to my car and pack up my entire life into boxes to ship across the country.

So here goes nothing.

Don't cue the dramatic focus pool.

Okay, We're doing it.

We're doing it.

Yeah.

Okay.

This is less dramatic than I thought.

I thought it was gonna process my credit card a little bit faster.

I'm doing it now.

If I've learned anything from moving five times in the past four years, it is that makes you realize how much shit you own.

The first time I moved across the country from Maryland to L.

A.

I did it with two suitcases and nothing else.

But this time I may or may not have accumulated a little bit more stuff this time.

I am hiring a moving service, but every single square foot of space on a cross country truck really adds up, so I'm trying to bring as little as possible.

So to start out, I decided to book us fall at a flea market to help me downsize my l a science wardrobe into something a little bit more 200 square feet studio in Manhattan size.

Hello, Good morning.

It is like 7 a.m. on a Saturday, and I am at the Silver Lake Flea Market.

I realize that I have a lot of clothes to get rid of because it's really expensive to ship stuff across the country.

And I didn't want to pay, like, thousands of dollars to get my wardrobe.

So yeah, normally I saw my stuff online, but I figured that it would be kind of cool.

Thio do this in person and like people and, like, actually have human interaction.

So yeah, right now I'm just kind of somehow like, arrange all of my clothes on the right hangers they look kind of instead of seizing, which is turning out to be harder than I expected.

I have a lot of respect for the people who do from markets because actually, really hard to make a parking lot looking.

Thank you.

Thing Cameras so fucking good.

I know, Right?

By 9 a.m. My little parking lot square was looking a bit stiff here, and the free market officially opened.

Wait, it is nearly 5 p.m. And I just picked up at the flea market.

Overall, I would say the day was absolutely big success.

At first I was so nervous that nobody was gonna come because, like, one person was coming at a time, which is really nice, because I got to actually talk to people for, like, a really long period of time and get to know them.

But it really started picking up in the afternoon.

So many people came out there was like a line for, like, four hours.

And thank you so much to everybody who, like, actually showed up for this.

It was really cool of you in person.

Some people drove all the way from San Diego, which was absolutely crazy.

I saw some of the girls to like while they were shopping for my clothes.

They, like, started talking to each other and became friends.

And I was like, I got to be a little friend.

He did today.

It was just fun bringing people together as cheesy as that sounds.

Sometimes I feel like I forget how cool thing we have here on the Internet is because I don't get to see you guys in real life.

And this was a really good I was just really feeling the love, like, literally one girl just came up to me and said that I'm a good person and like, I don't know, that really fucking got me because I don't feel like a good person a lot of time.

And to just, like, see somebody who was so sure that I was, um, it was really reassuring granted, like, I don't know, she only knows the image that I put on the Internet, and she probably doesn't know like, oh, my fucked up shit that's inside my brain.

But, um, I don't know is very sweet.

I felt very love today, and I really Hi.

I had submitted, I guess, like a survey thing online about requesting a quote for a move to L.

A from New York.

Could I do 11 to 12 on Wednesday, please?

Okay, you too.

So I just got off the phone with a moving company.

I would not recommend just googling like moving company, and I'm going with the top result.

I look at a couple of different articles and customer reviews for rich moving company was the most highly recommended in high school talking anything.

It is to cross reference your sources that and Wikipedia is the devil, and I should never have sex.

And a lot of the mentioned this company was moving.

So I submitted a request for a quote online and oh, boy, it's gonna be 1000 $264.

And that is for probably, like, five pieces of furniture to be shipped across the country.

So it's not Chief.

I was considering just moving with, like, two suitcases on a plane and leaving everything else behind in l.

A.

So I wouldn't have to pay for moving.

But given the fact that I have a good mattress, a couple of really gorgeous gold mirrors that I really like and an armchair that I've gotten strangely emotionally attached to over the past couple of years not together is worth more than the cost of moving.

So with my moving date locked and loaded for January 16th the day before my flight out to New York, the main obstacle in my way was finishing my damn apartment.

You guys know that apartment makeover is like a big part of my channel, and I had dead us and making this video for a year.

But I had not finished building the apartment or or edited any of it.

And basically, when I read it, I will do like a rough cut.

And then I will go back and get funeral, which is kind of those, like additional little clips that might be like a piece of furniture or an extra shot in editorial, that kind of failing gaps in the voiceover and make the video flow smoothly.

So basically that meant that I had to edit my entire apartment makeover before I could get started packing and moving because I did keep kind of like the set of my main over apartment.

If that makes sense, this is pretty much what I looked like for an entire week.

Leading up to the holidays.

I went into full potato editing mole rat mode like I did not see the sun for like, But once my apartment makeover was finally up, it was time to get started on the moving process for real.

If there's doubt, I'm not wholly know, I could get all I want and still have the nerve to ask if I'm having any fun.

Drank too much again.

I don't remember anything, I said.

Hopes and love.

It was lovely, but that doesn't sound like me.

Next time I'll count seconds instead.

Eating hard idiot.

So clever isn't I know that there's no point today, wild eyes or in chaps, coffee cups and epitaphs that's torture is to say it's all for kids years old.

Slowly, people trickled back into L.

A after the holidays, just in time for me to give away when I couldn't be with me.

So this is my neighborhood, Tyler.

You've been the one taking care of my plans while I was gone in London and then New York, and now he is the adoptive father of my plants.

As I went, this is like what everybody has been asking me who was taking these plants.

Don't.

This actually looks so ominous.

It looks like it was horrible.

I left some plans for my friend.

Ryan is well, who promised to 50 both plants every single morning to keep him and because I genuinely owned it Obscene number of plants.

I still had more to give away to Vanessa.

Okay, I don't want to die.

And I also got to kiss my beautiful bike, which I don't think I would have reported.

New York.

So it is officially seven days before I moved to New York.

And today is the day that I'm selling my car.

Oh, God, this feels weird.

Today is the day that it has really settled in that I am moving.

I had this whole like bucket list of things that I wanted to do in l A.

Before I left all these people he wanted to see.

And at this point, it's just not happening and is weirdly been making me anxious that I can't do it all.

I feel like I failed even though the only thing that I say it was like myself, I just feel like it's my last chance to do so much But as my friend put it, which is comforting.

This isn't gonna be the last time I'm ever in L.

A.

I'll probably view back here in, like, six months or a year for business, so I'll have a chance to do that stuff again.

But I feel like it'll feel different when I don't live here anyways.

So since it is New York, obviously I cannot bring my car with me.

And probably in this entire moving process, which overall has been insanely expensive.

This is the one chance that I have to earn back some money.

So the first step in this whole process was cleaning my car because, as you can tell, I park outside and the birds have definitely made themselves for you at home.

So I took my car to the car wash, and I even rented out one of those mini vacuum so I could detail the inside of my car and I sprayed it with some fresh car scent so it would be all nice and ready for its new owner.

Last week, I also went to get my car appraised at used car dealership.

Now this was a lot less intimidating.

That I thought I thought they were gonna drill me with questions about my car, but in reality, I literally just gave him the keys to my car.

They took, like, 30 40 minutes to look at it, and then they gave me a price.

Now, the last thing I would have expected to get emotional about on this move, it was my car.

I've never been a big car culture person like I literally could not give a shit what type of car you drive in less.

The gas mileage is really, really bad.

But after I got my car praise for some reason on the drive home, I could not stop crying because this car has been with me through so fucking much.

This is the car that if I am I getting so emotional, this is the car that I learned to drive in.

This is the car that I took my driver's license test in, and I nearly failed it because I've got left and right next up.

Yes, I graduated college, but I still have to do this to figure out which one is left in which one is right basis.

The literal seat that I had my first effort make out sesh when I was like, 16 years old, and I drove this guy to get frozen yogurt because there was a National English Honor Society fund raiser there.

And then we made out of this car the summer before my sophomore year of college.

I was living in L.

A.

And I bought this car off of my parents for $6000.

I actually calculated this based on my high school jobs, which on average paid me around $7.50 after taxes.

I spent 800 hours of work to buy this car.

I remember that year I had five roommates in a two bedroom apartment.

There were so many girls in that apartment, it was literally a fire hazard.

So I legally couldn't be on the lease because that would just be too much people into little space.

And I remember this car became really special to me because it was the only piece of property in this world that was completely my own.

And sometimes when I got really overwhelmed with my roommates, I would just go to our underground garage and sit in my car because it was the only time that I could ever just be by myself.

Then I got my first car accident in this car.

This boy that I really liked from my hometown in Ireland came to visit me and I lead.

He was the first person who ever came to visit me, and I was really trying to impress him and be like, cool and care B and B in Hollywood.

And when I was parting, ah, car ran into me.

And I still have the dent to this day, I don't know.

This car has just been like through a lot with me.

I feel like I'm giving off a little part of my childhood.

And like the thing that I grew up with, it's a literal like hunk of metal.

I should not be.

Think this emotional of it.

She see me through a lot.

So anyways, before I sell this car tonight, what if my favorite things to do in L.

A.

Is to drive up to the hills?

During sunset?

I put on my country radio on the way up, and when you reach the top of the Hill's, it's the most beautiful view of L.

A Ah ho for an elevated surface What can I say?

Just because you know just because caring is loving and loving is carrying with bright side this'll is the last time I will ever get stuck in l A traffic.

Goodbye, baby.

Thank you for tolerating how bad I am apparent.

Little parking.

Thank you for dealing with my terrible little car seat.

Shouldn't that I danced a country music while I'm driving.

Thanks for sticking around.

Well, I grew up.

Let's get the spread, baby.

I already got my car face are just hoping to sell it.

Okay, I am officially one Prius poor and $5500 richer.

Now I'm waiting for my lift pool to pick me up.

I feel like I'm in ninth grade again before I got my driver's license and I'm waiting for my mom.

Booze.

Hi, guys.

So it is officially moving day now, ladies and gents, we'll mostly ladies, I have pulled off a lot of last minute things in my life, namely every single week while I've been college doing any assignment or making any YouTube video.

But I don't think I've ever done something quite his last minute.

is this, which is that it is 5 25 on the morning that the movers are coming.

They're coming in two and 1/2 hours, and I still have not packed for my cross country.