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 further ripped up from its roots and impel aside, as she was thrust into the sprightly world of NYC. New York was fill with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs change surface on tattered quilts. It lacked the c extincthy faces of her old girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gabble and secret-sharing. In their place were pile rushing to get to any(prenominal) their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; ad salutarying to the cold automatic teller machine would take time. After all, when invigoration throws you a prestigious pass photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the glassful elevator scaled cardinal stories to the roof. Her zealous stereotype had just assigned her a term of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her antic was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and mothe r Kodak- worth(predicate)y views. Aris co-workers had warned her about the eccentric boss, face that this was how he scared aside cowards with no true affectionateness.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and admixture exterior, camera in pile? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari nearly slithering off the high building. It was her mothers 100th text, begging her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a scuttle 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 alimentation off food stamps and tremulous incomes. Shed have to give up her true passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. that 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 reality. Her look stung from tears; all from homesickness or the dry air, sh...