Watching the moon move across the sky

I am sitting in my favorite beach/lounge chair that my nonna used to sit in and I am on the balcony. It is 2 am. I can't sleep and all I can do is think of nothing as I watch the moon move across the sky. It is full and bright. These are the last nights in this place. What an amazing place to call home. I don't know what is worse; leaving here knowing it is the last time or not. I find myself crying on an off through out the day and night. I have never felt like this before. As much as it is stressing me, it feels good to feel a new feeling. A new feeling that is confusing and as real as the first time you got your heart broken. That strange yearning and longing for something that is gone. The thing is that it isn't gone. With this it still exists but not isn't there for you anymore.