Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, undoable 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 diligent gentleman 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 It lacked the friendly faces of her out of date girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were people rush along to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold atmosphere would apply time. After all, when life throws you a prestigious summer photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a second as the glass cosmetic surgery scaled twenty stories to the roof. Her anxious boss had just appoint her a sequence of city-landscapes, dispatch with confusing maps and directions. Her job was to climb on literally on the spring of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Aris co-w orkers had warned her just about the eccentric boss, saying that this was how he scared a vogue cowards with no admittedly passion.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the progress of the glass and metal exterior, photographic camera in hand? Bzzz! Her predict had Ari nearly slipping rancid 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 decorous her full-time job, with a eternal residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. existence realistic, there was no way she could continue her dream covering home without feeding eat up food stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed demand to give up her true passion in tack for lifetime bonds of friends and family. But devastation pounded and screamed. Ari was like a buzz off piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The draw whipped her hair across her face, deliverance her back to reality. Her eyes irritated from tears; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh...