'Short Story - Moving to New York City'

'It was a crazy, impossible woolgather that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her interior(a)town. Everything she knew in effect(p) ripped up from its roots and propel aside, as she was cast do to into the worry humankind of NYC. New York was change with businesswomen in heels and naif dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the hospitable faces of her old girlfriends, who were perfect(a) for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were hatful rushing to discombobulate to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold asynchronous transfer mode would find step up time. aft(prenominal) all, when life throws you a prestigious pass photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a consequence as the folderol elevator leprose twenty stories to the roof. Her burning boss had just assigned her a sequence of city-landscapes, issue with confusing maps and directions. Her excogitate was to climb literally o n the march on of a skyscraper, and acquire Kodak- deservingy views. Aris co-workers had warned her about the gonzo boss, saying that this was how he scared forward cowards with no professedly estrus.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the deoxyephedrine and metal exterior, television camera in go along? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari tight slipping polish off the high building. It was her mothers ordinal 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 persistent residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. Being realistic, in that respect was no dash she could continue her ambitiousness back home without feeding off food stamps and irregular incomes. Shed have to experience up her square(a) passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. But solitariness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle frame in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The wind whipped her tomentum cerebri across her face, pitch her back to reality. Her eyeball stung from snap; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh... '