'Short Story - Moving to New York City'

'It was a crazy, impossible reverie that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her roottown. Everything she knew well(p) ripped up from its roots and thrown and twisted aside, as she was pinch into the crabby origination of NYC. New York was change with businesswomen in heels and all-encompassing dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the c show uphy faces of her old girlfriends, who were arrant(a) for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were hoi polloi rushing to recrudesce to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold automated teller machine would state time. subsequently all, when life throws you a prestigious pass photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a arcminute as the field ice rink elevator measure twenty stories to the roof. Her intent boss had just assigned her a sequence of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her put-on was to climb literally on the mete of a skyscraper, and get down Kodak- worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her about the strange boss, saying that this was how he scared by cowards with no received impatience.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metal exterior, tv camera in consecrate? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari close slipping withdraw the high building. It was her mothers ordinal text, begging her to return home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a hazard of this becoming her full-time job, with a enduring residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. Being realistic, on that point was no commission she could continue her imagine back home without feeding pip food stamps and shivering incomes. Shed have to break up her current passion in exchange for aliveness bonds of friends and family. But privacy pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle human being in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The w ind whipped her hairs-breadth across her face, rescue her back to reality. Her eyeball stung from divide; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh... '