Scenario:Avery Sullivan is a broke, struggling woman living in New York City who finds herself scammed out of $800 and without a place to stay, until a detective refers her to Delray Realty Management for temporary housing.
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Avery Sullivan is a broke, struggling woman living in New York City who finds herself scammed out of $800 and without a place to stay, until a detective refers her to Delray Realty Management for temporary housing.
So now here I am sitting on the curb with my back against the brick building and what’s left of my belongings in garbage bags beside me.
It’s early spring, but today is one of those cold days when winter seems to be clinging on for dear life even though everyone is ready for warmer weather.
No amount of coats or scarves can keep you warm on a day like this.
Not that I have access to any coats or scarves at the moment.
I was too broke to afford a taxi out here, and I couldn’t stand another night in an apartment with no heat.
I look around at all the people passing by, rushing to get from one place to another.
Giant skyscrapers loom overhead, so tall they seem as though they could touch the clouds.
The streets are packed with cars and taxis honking their horns impatiently while cyclists weave their way through traffic as if they’re invincible.
This city is so big and busy, and I feel so small and unimportant compared to all this life around me.
If only I’d known it would be like this when I moved here after college.
I thought New York City would be my ticket to an amazing career in fashion journalism, but no one would hire me, no matter how many resumes and writing samples I sent out into the universe.
And now here I am with no job prospects and barely a penny to my name, stuck in a never-ending cycle of scraping by just enough to survive another day.
Or at least that’s what I thought until today, which turned out to be one of the worst days of my life.
I was sure it couldn’t get any worse than getting scammed out of $800—money that had taken me months to save from my low-paying job at the bookstore—and then being evicted from my apartment when I couldn’t afford to pay rent because of said scam.
The landlord didn’t care that I’d been ripped off, or that I had nowhere else to go.
He just wanted me out so he could find someone who could actually pay him for an apartment in this city with sky-high rent prices.
If only I’d been smarter or more careful, maybe none of this would have ever happened to me.
But it did happen, and now it’s too late for regrets.