Thoughts on moving away from home.

It's a funny feeling moving out of the house I have called home for the majority of my life. There is the strongest feeling of being impossibly alone in the world and of being homeless. I am sitting alone in what I now call my living room, my roommate and her boyfriend have gone up stairs, and that crushing depression settles in my stomach.

I have never lived close to those who I consider to be my best friends, which forces me to ponder why do I feel so empty. Perhaps it is anxiety and fear manifesting it's self in a new form. I suppose  the cause for my existential thoughts does not matter as much as the questions them selves. 

What do I want in life? Who do I want to be?

I want to be loved, to be proud, to be confident, and to be the one who decides my self worth. All positive goals, but will moving away from home take me a step closer to these goals?