i'm moving out and i'm so sad about it

After three years in my current household, I'm moving out. This place has seen a lot of me. I was at my lowest and my highest here, I've celebrated so many achievements, and mourned terrible losses. People have come and gone, some permanently. And now, it is my turn to leave. And I'm so fucking sad. Of course I would be. It would be one thing if I were living in my own, in some shithole of a studio. Good riddance. But this is my home. And, in all senses of the word, these people have become my family. They are my rock, and they have shown me so much love and care in a depth that I had never received before. It's funny, because I'm acting like I'm leaving this entire area and moving far, far away. I'm literally staying close by, nothing more than a drive or a train hop away. But change like this is so scary. There are parts of me that are excited and ready for this new chapter in my life, and there are parts of me that are equally as terrified and grieving and desperate. I hadn't even…