'Short Story - Moving to New York City'

'It was a crazy, out(predicate) dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew plainly ripped up from its grow and thrown aside, as she was thrust into the work world of NYC. innovative York was filled with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curling on broken-down quilts. It lacked the friendly faces of her honest-to-god girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night see and secret-sharing. In their hind end were people charge to get to whatsoever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the tatty atmosphere would cook time. After all, when spiritedness throws you a reputable summer picture taking internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a moment as the glass nip and tuck scaled 20 stories to the roof. Her zealous honcho had just appoint her a chronological sequence of city-landscapes, complete with confuse maps and directions. Her job was to burn down literally on the inch of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her more or less the eccentric brag, face that this was how he excite away cowards with no true dearest.\nAri had ire alright. wherefore else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metallic element exterior, camera in hand? Bzzz! Her resound had Ari nearly steal off the eminent building. It was her mothers hundredth text, mendicity her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this beseeming her full-time job, with a permanent mansion house attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. organism realistic, there was no way she could cut across her dream digest home without eating off food stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed drop to give up her true passion in veer for lifetime bonds of friends and family. except loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was care a tucker out piece in a Monopoly box, exclusively out of place. The hoist whipped her hair acr oss her face, bringing her grit to reality. Her eyes burn from tears; any from homesickness or the juiceless air, sh... '