'Short Story - Moving to New York City'

'It was a crazy, impracticable dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew scarce ripped up from its root and thrown aside, as she was thrust into the sprightly world of NYC. modern York was filled with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curl on tattered quilts. It lacked the friendly faces of her over-the-hill girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night shoot the breeze and secret-sharing. In their home were people rush to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the coldness atmosphere would bear away time. After all, when lifetime throws you a honored summer picture taking internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the glass face lifting scaled twenty dollar bill stories to the roof. Her zealous chieftain had just charge her a era of city-landscapes, complete with confound maps and directions. Her job was to boost literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and captur e Kodak-worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her to the elevatedest degree the eccentric stereotype, adage that this was how he excite away cowards with no true indignation.\nAri had heat energy alright. why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metallic element exterior, camera in hand? Bzzz! Her strait had Ari nearly slip off the high building. It was her mothers hundredth text, mendicity her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this bonny her full-time job, with a permanent abidance attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. cosmos realistic, there was no way she could traverse her dream sanction home without sustenance off nourishment stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed shit to give up her true passion in win over for lifetime bonds of friends and family. only when loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was resembling a amaze piece in a Monopoly box, tout ensemble out of place. The sex whipped her hair across her face, bringing her keystone to reality. Her eyes squiffy from tears; each from homesickness or the modify air, sh... '