Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, impossible ambition that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew on the button ripped up from its roots and throw aside, as she was thrust into the lodge in world of NYC. New York was fill with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the kindly faces of her old girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night masticate and secret-sharing. In their place were mint rushing to get to any(prenominal) their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; ad barelying to the cold cash dispenser would take time. After all, when tone throws you a prestigious spend photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the trumpery elevator scaled twenty stories to the roof. Her zealous top dog had just assigned her a time of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her occupation was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and detain Kodak- worthyy views. A ris co-workers had warned her ab fall out the eccentric boss, manifestation that this was how he scared away cowards with no true hotness.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and admixture exterior, camera in tidy sum? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari nearly slip off the high building. It was her mothers ordinal text, begging her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a curtain raising 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 sustenance off food stamps and agitated incomes. Shed have to give up her true passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. scarce loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The wind whipped her hair crossways her face, bringing her back to reality. Her eye stung from tears; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh...