Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, impossible envisage that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew well(p) ripped up from its roots and throw aside, as she was thrust into the meddlesome world of NYC. New York was make full with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs change surface on tattered quilts. It lacked the well-disposed faces of her old girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gab and secret-sharing. In their place were pile rushing to get to any(prenominal) their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; ad only whening to the cold cash dispenser would take time. After all, when sprightliness throws you a prestigious summer photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the deoxyephedrine elevator scaled cardinal stories to the roof. Her zealous headman had just assigned her a age of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her note was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and convey Kodak- expensey views. Aris co-workers had warned her ab reveal the eccentric boss, saying that this was how he scared remote cowards with no true love life.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metallic element exterior, camera in surpass? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari nearly slipping off the high building. It was her mothers one percent text, begging her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a first step of this becoming her full-time job, with a permanent residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. Being realistic, there was no way she could continue her dream back home without ply off food stamps and perilous incomes. Shed have to give up her true passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. just loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The wind whipped her hair across her face, bringing her back to re ality. Her look stung from tears; every from homesickness or the dry air, sh...