What will soon stop being my home

It's now that I'm leaving this place for good that I'm finally seeing the beauty of it. Since I came here the first time, Madrid didn't surprise me at all as a city. 
Yesterday, while I was walking down the avenue and trying to protect my hair from the rain, I looked around and saw something different. I saw the magic this neighborhood held. The lights reflecting the street, the old buildings with graffiti in it, the people moving around under their umbrella, the sound of the cars, the polluted sky... Every little detail made me now realize how blind I've been. Hopefully, in my next town, I won't be with my eyes locked while walking on the street.