It was a crazy, impossible 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 busy world 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 old girlfriends, who were perfect for late-night gossip and secret-sharing. In their place were people rushing to get to whatever their busy lives demanded of them. Ari consoled herself; adjusting to the cold atmosphere would take time. After all, when life throws you a prestigious summer photography internship, you take it. She doubted it for a moment as the glass elevator scaled twenty stories to the roof. Her zealous boss had just assigned her a sequence of city-landscapes, complete with confusing maps and directions. Her job was to climb literally on the edge of a skyscraper, and capture Kodak-worthy views. Ari's co-workers had warned her about the eccentric boss, saying that this was how he scared away "cowards with no true passion". Ari had passion alright. Why else would she be clinging onto the edge of the glass and metal exterior, camera in hand? Bzzz! Her phone had Ari nearly slipping off the high building. It was her mother's hundredth text, begging her to come home. Typically, she refused. Her boss had hinted at a possibility of this becoming her full-time job, with a permanent residency attached. Was it worth it? Ari pondered the thought. Being realistic, there was no way she could continue her dream back home without feeding off food stamps and unsteady incomes. She'd have to give up her true passion in exchange for lifetime bonds of friends and family. But loneliness pounded and screamed. Ari was like a puzzle piece in a Monopoly box, completely out of place. The wind whipped her hair across her face, bringing her back to reality. Her eyes stung from tears; either from homesickness or the dry air, sh