Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, infeasible dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew just ripped up from its roots and thrown aside, as she was thrust into the restless demesne of NYC. New York was filled with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the friendly faces of her onetime(a) girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were people go to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold atmosphere would load down time. After all, when life throws you a prestigious summer picture taking internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the glass face lifting scaled twenty stories to the roof. Her ardent boss had just designate her a sequence of city-landscapes, get down sex with confusing maps and directions. Her job was to procession literally on the delimitation of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her close to the eccentric boss, saying that this was how he scared a counsel cowards with no current furor.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the asperity of the glass and metal exterior, television camera in hand? Bzzz! Her earphone had Ari nearly slipping aside the high building. It was her mothers hundredth text, pray her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this beseeming her full-time job, with a unchanging residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. being realistic, there was no way she could continue her dream endure home without feeding strike food stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed have to give up her true passion in switch over for lifetime bonds of friends and family. But solitariness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a adhere piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The travel whipped her hair across her face, bring her back to r eality. Her eyes cockeyed from tears; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh...