A smile at the end of the rainbow

I went to my old place for the last time tonight. I walked around and it did not feel like my home anymore. I feel no love for the old place. I feel no pride in the old place. I feel like it looked dirty and dingy. I basically felt nothing. It is no longer my home it is just a house. 

As I drove away with tears in my eyes, I looked behind me and the most beautiful rainbow appeared. I smiled to myself and realized like in every good book, symbolism can mean so much. You just have to open your eyes to the beauty that is front of you and not look back at the past. That rainbow represented a brighter future for me. I just have to be willing to see all the rainbows and smile.