A Gale Upon Others
I've been living in Ponyville for a couple of months now. The stress that had been given to me unexpectedly by my boss Braven back home at Fillydelphia was unbearable. How relieved I was when I got assigned to be shipped out to Ponyville for news and late hits on what was going on in this town, was better than I expected. Still, the feeling of leaving kind of felt like I was leaving a part of me behind as I went farther away from my hometown. I've been a journalist back at home for a year already. Taking photographs and writing small notes whilst sending them via mail to Fillydelphia has been kind of how you'd say, "A long-term goal". (At least that's what it seems to me.) I remember stepping on that train that was leaving to this 'Ponyville' and waving goodbye to parents, even though they weren't the type that would take the moment as you'd expect. Like I'm talking tears from my mother mare's eyes that was like Niagara Falls on a rainy day. My 'stallion' of a dad (or so he thought he was, considering how self-centered he is) always thought that he could make a personality for me, by choosing things he wanted to do for me, and insisted on them all through my childhood. As my dad smiled he thought for at least ten seconds on how I wouldn't probably last out in another town, and I knew this because living with a man with a moustache as old as his hair in his ears, I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking, considering I'm an adult and have lived on my own for a couple of years. At least I think I'm an adult.
My father looked at me and said, "Boy, I know I haven't actually done much to make you who you are, but I can say… I screwed up to get you here!" After he said that he chuckled to himself while my mother tapped her hoof on him, as if she didn't even hear him because of what seemed like either tears of joy that I was leaving, or tears of 'I can't believe I'm paying this much for a train ride'. "Ohh Stormy, you wouldn't forget to write back wouldn't you?" she asked as I was about to get on board. I replied with a shrug and with a slow blink in my eyes followed with a grin. As I stepped on board about to take my seat, I looked back and said in a way I think should've been appropriate at the time. "This trip may be for work, but who knows! I can see great things from that place, I will write back folks!" I said the end of that sentence with a light grin and placed my camera next to my suitcase on my seat, and placed my forelegs in front of the back seat while I looked out the window to see my folks waving with smiles. The train accelerates slowly, and takes enough speed to exit out of the station, into the next destination..Ponyville.