Sarahjane~ I feel what you're going through, as I'm going through it myself. I really want to be excited, and I am, but there is always this sadness lurking in my mind. Sometimes I kind of put off the fact that I'm really, really moving very far away from all of my friends and family and then I'm really happy. Sometimes it just hits me hard, and usually out of the blue. I just read a post where someone wrote about being glad that they got to spend some time with their mother, as they probably won't ever get to do it again. Holy cow did that get to me. It was just like, what am I doing? Why am I moving so far away? Am I insane. No, I don't really think that I'm making a mistake in moving away, but of course I'm really nervous about the change.
I've spent a considerable amount of time away from my family, having studied in another state for the last 5 years and having spent a semester in Europe. I hardly see them now, and I'm beginning to feel guilty about it. Guess I was always selfish and saw my side of it...wanting freedom...never realizing how much it must kill my parents to hardly ever get to see their kids.
It's the hard part of growing up I guess. You have to realize that you're no longer their baby. I've finally gotten what I wanted, to be an individual, free from being under their wings so to speak. But you know what, I want to go back to being a kid. The emotions of the move are going to tear both you and your family apart, but just remember that they are still always there for you.
Sorry, my post got kind of off track. Guess all the reality of the move is starting to set in, even though it's still months away.