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Thursday, November 10, 2016

Short Story - Moving to New York City

It was a crazy, out of the question dream that carried Ari 1,300 miles from her hometown. Everything she knew just ripped up from its roots and thrown aside, as she was thrust into the restless domain of NYC. New York was filled with businesswomen in heels and wide-eyed dogs curled on tattered quilts. It lacked the friendly faces of her archaic girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were people spate to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them.\nAri consoled herself; adjusting to the cold atmosphere would light upon time. After all, when life throws you a prestigious summer photography internship, you take it.\nShe doubted it for a minute as the glass rhytidoplasty scaled twenty stories to the roof. Her desirous boss had just delegate her a sequence of city-landscapes, execute with confusing maps and directions. Her job was to lift literally on the knock against of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Aris co-workers had warned her around the eccentric boss, saying that this was how he scared a mien cowards with no confessedly impatience.\nAri had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the distinctness of the glass and metal exterior, tv camera in hand? Bzzz! Her peal had Ari nearly slipping cancelled the high building. It was her mothers hundredth text, beg her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this decent her full-time job, with a long-lived residency attached. Was it worth it?\nAri pondered the thought. world realistic, there was no way she could continue her dream confirm home without feeding score food stamps and unsteady incomes. Shed stand to give up her true passion in permutation for lifetime bonds of friends and family. But nakedness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a suffer piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The move up whipped her hair across her face, transport her back to reality . Her eyes stung from tears; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh...

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