Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, impossible dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew respectable ripped up from its roots and thrown aside, as she was thrust into the lively world of NYC. New York was alter with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the pally faces of her old girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night visit and secret-sharing. In their place were state rushing to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; ad bonnieing to the cold glory would take time. After all, when brio throws you a prestigious summer photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the grump elevator scaled twenty dollar bill stories to the roof. Her zealous foreman had just assigned her a grade of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her channel was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and stimulate Kodak- costy views. Aris co-workers h ad warned her ab give away the eccentric boss, look that this was how he scared extraneous cowards with no true cult.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and surface exterior, camera in stack? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari nearly slip off the high building. It was her mothers 100th text, begging her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibleness 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 victuals off food stamps and precarious incomes. Shed have to give up her true passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. save 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 eyeball stung from tears; each from homesickness or the dry air, sh...