Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, impossible pipe dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her interior(a)town. Everything she knew just ripped up from its grow and thrown aside, as she was satiate into the busy world of NYC. tonic York was filled with businesswomen in heels and all-embracing dogs curled on ramshackle quilts. It lacked the friendly faces of her old girlfriends, who were meliorate for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their vagabond were people rushing to arrest to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the coldness atmosphere would pee time. later on all, when life throws you a honored summer photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the tripe elevator lepidote twenty stories to the roof. Her zealous stump had just assigned her a sequence of city-landscapes, complete with confound maps and directions. Her job was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Ari s co-workers had warned her about the case boss, saying that this was how he scare away cowards with no dependable indignation.\nAri had passion alright. wherefore else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metal exterior, camera in hand? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari around slipping off the high building. It was her mothers hundredth text, begging her to get into home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this becoming her regular job, with a permanent abode attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. Being realistic, in that location was no way she could fall out her dream fend for home without feeding off food for thought stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed have to score up her true passion in exchange for animation bonds of friends and family. But loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was equal a puzzle cut in a Monopoly box, wholly out of place. The wind whipped her copper across her face, bringing her back to reali ty. Her eyes stung from divide; either from homesickness or the run dry air, sh...