this is who I am now

...only two more sleeps til the rest of my life. I am moving to Malta on Friday. Got the job and everything. Didn't really process all that up till now. I was so eager to "reinvent myself" that I didn't really realize that I'll never come back to the life I'm leaving. Friends, mostly. I guess I'll just turn into one of those people who come home only for a week once a year, always in a hurry, constantly nostalgic, looking back on memories even while still making them..
Is that a good thing? A bad thing? How will I handle it? How does one handle that?
Baby steps I guess.
Off to pack my suitcase.