Moving on

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April 3, 2016
12:00 pm: Today's the day I'm moving on with my life. I have 1 luggage with three pairs of clothes. I've saved $1,000 to see where it brings me, and it is bringing me to the big apple.

3:00 pm: I'm on the airplane waiting, and I'm already nervous for what is to come. I only brought $1,000, and that will probably last me 1 or 2 weeks.

11:00 pm: I've just landed in New York, and it amazes me how many cars there are. Car after car, there's no stopping. I can't believe how hard it is to call a taxi.

April 6 2016
9:00 am: It's been hard these couple of days in New York. It took me 5 hours to find a cheap, decent apartment, and I now currently live in an apartment with 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and a kitchen. It's very tiny, but eventually I can make it work. I have found a job at a local McDonald's and I make around $15 per hour. The people in my apartment complex aren't as nice as I thought. Last night I heard so much screaming, I walked outside, and had a nice walk around Time Square. Nothing can calm be more than the nice fresh air.

6:00 pm: I'm at work, and it's been an easy day. I haven't made any friends at work yet, but eventually I'll get there. It's very hard for me to talk to new people since I'm anti social. I try hard to walk up to people and say hi, but there's always a voice telling me to stop.

10:00 pm: I'm no longer at work, and I'm heading back to my apartment. It's still very busy outside, but when is it not.

May 15 2016

8:00 am: It's been a while since I've written in this diary, but so much has happened to me, I forgot about this diary. I found it last night in the drawer of my desk, and figured why not? Here I am at 8 in the morning, comfy in bed, writing in my diary.  The day of April 10, I woke up from a crazy dream. Something was telling me that working at McDonalds wouldn't bring me far, and that I needed a new job. I got up, went on my laptop, and started searching for places that were hiring. Eventually I stumbled upon a website called YouTube. I've heard of this website in the past, but at the time my family was very poor, and couldn't afford wifi. I saw so many videos, but the videos that spoke out to me the most were beauty and diy videos. I decided to start a YouTube channel, and see where it would take  me. I made a profile picture, thumbnails, and a banner. My YouTube channel looked professional, but I was missing something big. The videos. I went out to Best Buy and bought me a nice Canon camera. It costed a lot, but something in me knew it would be worth it. I went home, and uploaded my first video titled "My Makeup Collection." It was terrible quality, but I was so proud of it. Everyday I would get new positive comments. I'd read them at work, and answer them at night. 15 days after I uploaded the video, my video had already reached 10,000 views! Turns out a big YouTuber called BeautyWithCourt had shouted me out after seeing my video. By then I had already gained about 1,000 subscribers. A few days afterwards, I decided to post a new video on how to make a flower crown, and that video blew up! That one had gotten 20,000 views after only 2 weeks! Now I'm already at 3,000 subscribers, and life couldn't be any better.

May 21 2016
4:00 am: Today's my 23rd birthday, and I have nobody to spend it with. Not even my own co workers knew it was my birthday. It's just me and my YouTube friends and fans. My channel has been trending and I have 5,000 subscribers some how. I'm now partnered with a couple of companies, and on average I get around 15,000 views per video. Today I haven't slept since I have a day off, and I've been reading comments and replying to them. I've been trying to stay close with my viewers, and to get to know them a bit more. YouTube is the only place I know I'm safe. I've been recognized outside a couple of times, but when I talk to them, I feel as if I already know them. I'm about to upload a room tour video, and even if my room isn't quite finished, I'm confident in my video.

June 16 2016
10:00 am: It's been so long since I've written in my diary, I feel so guilty again. I've just been so carried away with my new boyfriend:).

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