waxing poetic about leaving home

I'm leaving home in a few months for college, and even though ill only be a few hours away its still going to be so different. I feel my life now already fading into memory as i live it, like it is already lifting at the edges so that when i need to peel the rest of it away it will be easier but still leaving me with  the surreal feeling of my future self watching what I'm doing now. Its an odd mix of terrifying and comforting. I'm ready to go but I'm not sure if I can leave everything else behind. I used to hate this place but upon confronting the reality it will never be the same after I leave I find myself so much more in love with it. But just like I can feel my future self watching me now, I know that this is important. I need to step forward and leave this behind to live the life I want and know is waiting for me. I think I am becoming at home with the fear.