Potomac.

We are always going to different places in different times, but for some precise moments we are all in the same place together.

Once I reach my cherished destination "Montgomery Square", I start wondering where the others are going.



But for me where I’m going is always HOME.



BUT I’ll always remember the special moments we had in this very quiet neighberhood. As I prepare to leave my childhood home, I see other children living my memories.



Like a ☺ shared between a mother and her child in their own peaceful world.



Or trying to figure out how to deal with the other children.



Or learning to grow up like his older brother.



Or sharing a hot summer day selling lemonade and hoping to make 5 dollars.



The best thing I remember is even though we all live in the same story, we are always in a different world.



No matter what, we all take different paths in life. As I climb my stairs of life, I wonder where I am meant to go.

But I know this long road of Potomac is mine alone to travel.

Traveling down this road of mine, there is nothing like stopping to enjoy my special moments for one last time.