As the scenery changed from city to country, my smile became wider and wider. My nervousness completely disappeared and my anxiousness to get settled in was taking over. Knit had fallen asleep after a few minutes of rocking to and fro. At first, I was starting to doze off but the hostess came over with some coffee and I just felt energized ever since.

The train screeched to a stop as we arrived at our destination which woke up Knit and anypony else who was sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and peeked over my lap to see Ponyville.

"Looks peaceful... Ohhhh hello..", he said while noticing a stallion trotting by.

I nudged him and laughed, "Save the flirting for later, Knit"

He blushed a little and shook his head, "Right. I'm getting a little distracted"

I chuckled and walked with him out of the train and towards the baggage claim. We waited for almost 30 minutes for our bags and once we got them, we took a little trip to see an old friend of mine who happened to be in the neighborhood. Knit didn't really know him but I'm pretty sure he'll want to get to know him. We walked past a few stores and some ponies looked at us funny. Others seem interested in us as if we were from another planet.

It didn't faze me much but Knit was loving the attention. He was doing a weird walk that I haven't seen him do since we were little and he was watching Herdy Dancer on tv while looking at himself in the mirror. It was like a hip sway kind of walk and he had his chin up all proud. I couldn't help but chuckle every time someone looked in our direction. I had to scoot away from him unless everyone would think that we were a couple. It was also another reason why I haven't had anything close to a special somepony.

We then stumbled upon a bright red barn that was on the property of Sweet Apple Acres. He always sent me post cards of this place and it took my breath away to see it in the flesh. It was a cozy looking barn and it looked huge from the outside. As soon as we got close enough, a yellow colored stallion opened the door and called for me while waving his foreleg.

"Scribble!!! You finally came!", he hollered with a heavy western accent.

I galloped towards him and hugged him tight. This was actually the first time I met my quill pal and it felt really good to meet him face to face. He then gestured me to come inside and have a look around. I walked past him and stopped in my tracks to turn around and introduce Knit to him.

"Knit, this is Braeburn. Brae, this is my best friend, Knit", I said before continuing on inside.

I looked around and smiled. The interior was so spacious and colorful. It had four bedrooms and a guest room upstairs along with a family room and a kitchen on the main floor. I sat and waited for Brae to give me a tour but it seemed like Knit and Brae were very interested in each other so I decided to take matters into my own hooves and explore by myself.

Once I had my eye fill of the kitchen and living room, I made my way upstairs. The guest bedroom was the closest to the stairs and it had all of Brae's belongings in it. The room next to his had somewhat of a fermented apple smell to it. I nudged the door open and realized that this room must belong to the owner of the entire estate and he or she must be pretty old to have all these vintage furniture and upholstery.

I walked farther into the room and noticed the old timey photos framed on the dresser. A few were taken of a young mare with a braid and a bonnet. Nopony wears bonnets anymore so this photo had to be old. Another was of a family of four in front of this exact barn. There was a colt and two fillies along with an older version of the mare in the other photographs. It kind of reminded me of my mother and how she feels now... I started to worry but the old apple smell was starting to get to me so I exited the room and continued on exploring.

The next room was pretty small but spacious for a filly or colt. There was one little princess like bed and a toy box along with a book shelf. Seems like they recently had a new addition to the family and this must be their room. I shut the door and continued onto the last two rooms. I then entered a room that was pretty big and orderly. The bed looked clean and fresh as if the pony who owns this room barely sleeps. The room had very few momenta but a few pictures like the elderly mare's room. The pictures were of the family only the picture was taken recently.

The photo had the same ponies in it but with a small filly in the front. The colt and filly grew and the picture had color so I could finally tell the color. The stallion had a red coat with freckles, blonde mane and a yoke around his neck, the mare was orange with freckles and blonde as well but with a scrunchie around her mane and tail, the filly had a yellow coat with a red mane and a big pink bow. They looked like such a happy and busy family with such culture behind it.

My gaze was averted from the photos as I heard a new voice coming from downstairs. I rushed downstairs to find the elderly mare trudging her way inside before Brae and Knit, following her close behind. I smiled and introduced myself and she gave me a sweet toothless grin and shook my hoof.

She made her way upstairs with her walker and disappeared into her room. She seemed tired so I insisted on Brae to show us to our new home. Knit barely said anything but I knew he was infatuated with Braeburn. Come to think of it, I never even asked Brae if he played for the other team like Knit. I guess I'll let Knit figure that one out. Brae agreed and lead us on a little journey down the road, just between Sweet Apple Acres and Ponyville. It was a bit small but I reassured myself that it must be big on the inside.

He presented us the door and told us that he should be on his way. I bid him goodbye and lugged all the bags inside. Knit stayed out with Brae for a while longer then eventually came inside. I admired the walls and wide rooms, just like home. Knit picked up his bag and began trotting up the steps to the bedrooms. I didn't want him to have first pick so I tried with all my might to get up the stairs before him. I called for him to wait and he did so at the top of the stairs.

Once I got up to the top, Knit laughed and let me choose my room. I examined both rooms and chose the one on the left. It was pretty big and had a king sized bed in the corner along with a desk, perfect for my computer. Knit began unpacking so I did the same and nicely placed everything like it was in my old room. Once I put up the last poster, I started thinking about my mother again. I began writing her a letter telling her how our ride was, Braeburn and the new house. I folded it up and put it on my desk to send it later. Hope she's alright

Author's Note

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