Tex looked out the window of his New York City apartment. The gray skies hovered as he watched another crisp, brown leaf fall to the sidewalk. This was something new to him. Texas didn't really have seasons like New York did. It was just hot or cold, no in-between. The realization that there was a Fall, an adequate transition between two complete opposites, was making it easier for the grand transition of his own.
Tex wasn't able to really recognize that his life was finally beginning. He was just along for the ride. And, what a ride it was going to be.
Day-jobs seemed to be the hardest thing to find in New York City. No one wants to hire anyone who doesn't have New York City experience, so making a start was almost impossible for Tex. Luckily, he knew someone. Everyone in college had always told him it's all about who you know, and the illogical myth was actually being proven for the first time in Tex's life without his comprehension. Although it was just another serving job, Tex decided to pounce.
However, Tex knew he wasn't meant to serve. Maybe it was the pride or maybe it was the laziness, but Tex hated everything about being a server--the hours, the uniform, the lifestyle. And to top it off, he wasn't even doing anything to fulfill his passion. He was just working. He felt like he was wasting time. But for now, it was all Tex could do. The city wasn't going anywhere.
Tex took a breath, took a sip, and got comfortable as the ride continued.
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