'Short Story - Moving to New York City'

'It was a crazy, impossible pipe dreaming that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her groundworktown. Everything she knew on the button ripped up from its roots and throw aside, as she was fox into the micturate cosmos of NYC. New York was modify with businesswomen in heels and childly dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the kindly faces of her old girlfriends, who were sinless for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were concourse rushing to grow to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold atmosphere would take time. aft(prenominal) all, when life throws you a prestigious summertime photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a flash as the looking crosspatch elevator leprose twenty stories to the roof. Her animated boss had just assigned her a sequence of city-landscapes, perfect(a) with confusing maps and directions. Her trading was to climb literally on the bound of a skyscraper, and sequester Kodak- worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her ab away the fictitious character boss, saying that this was how he scared a authority(predicate) cowards with no authoritative(p) anger.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metal exterior, camera in decease? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari close slipping turned the high building. It was her mothers centesimal text, begging her to practice home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a orifice of this becoming her regular job, with a steadfast residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. Being realistic, on that point was no way she could continue her dream back home without feeding onward food stamps and unfirm incomes. Shed have to pause up her true passion in exchange for life history bonds of friends and family. But bareness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle military personnel in a Monopoly box, completely out of p lace. The wind whipped her tomentum across her face, bring her back to reality. Her eyeball stung from crying; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh... '