Life is too short

I am moving to another continent in less than eight weeks.
The realization comes in waves. I'll be performing some everyday task without a care in the world and then WHAM!
Holy shit. I'm moving to another continent.
Today after finishing my final, the realization was that I'm leaving the people I love to fulfill my post-graduate, early-twenties thirst for freedom.
I LOVE Tucson. I love my friends and my family and don't know what I'll do without them. I cried on the way to my car.
Then, while I allowed myself to be consumed by these miserable feelings, I stopped myself. This is something I want to do, and I can't let my worries and anxieties hold me back.
Ok. I'll just let go.
And I did. And I feel much better.

It's simple. I just have to go. I bought a plane ticket, and now I go. Everything will happen as it should and no matter what, good will come from it, even if it turns out terribly.

If you put it that way, it's easy.
So, I'm not going to worry. Pshaw!
Life is too short to worry about things that always end up not worth worrying about.