Homes, houses, cottages… Equestria is filled with them, its landscape dotted by the huddled masses of the different varieties of pony homes. How one defines a home is entirely up to the individual themselves. A home can be defined as a building, a structure where one resides in with no particular focus on the ponies who live in it. This is the most basic definition of a home found in a dictionary. A structure subjected to the ravishes of time and care of, or lack of care, by its tenants. It is just that, a structure, and nothing more.
On the opposite end of the dictionary however, well, technically most likely underneath the previous definition of a home (but who keeps track of that honestly?), you have the definition of a home as being a spiritual or emotional state. Home is where the heart is. Or so it is said. It is not so much what building you live in, but the ponies with whom you share your daily life with. A home can be as massive as a town, where the merchants and neighbors greet you by name, to as insignificant as the park bench where you sit with your friends to relax and bask in the radiant warm glow from Celestia's sun.
In some cases, it doesn't even have to be a structure of any sorts, but a pony with whom you share your love and quiet moments together. In such cases, just being with such a pony is all you ever need in the whole of Equestria to be happy.
For a certain repair pony however, with his dark blue coat and icy blue mane, the latter had never really been the case when it came to defining a home.
Klondike, having long since grown warm to the idea of calling Ponyville his home, always used the first two definitions for what a home was. In a certain way though, being a repair pony and all, the first definition was honestly the most crucial to him. It made it easier for him to work with. If it was a structure or item, then he could undoubtedly fix it and perform any repair required. And, if it held some great sentimental value to somepony, then he would do all he could to fix it and hardly ever charged anything remotely close to what would be considered exuberant. Some ponies would even say that he went out of his way to get the job done.
And, as he made his way out of Ponyville, his loaded satchels and hiking backpack combo jingling with every step he took, it was exactly what he was doing. He was embarking on a journey to help some ponies out… Although admittedly, to anypony walking by, he just looked like he was playing a game.