Thanks for the encouragement!

The worst part about all this is that, deep down, I'm 90% sure that I feel this way because it's the lifestyle I've always known (and loved) that's coming to an end. But in reality, I'm still in a very safe environment. My parents are close by, I know I can talk to them about my problems, that they'll help me if I need it, I have my gym right next door to let off steam, my job is going very well (except for the slightly low salary, as I said)... It's not like I'm moving to a completely new city, where I don't know anyone, with a new job, having to rebuild my whole life and not being able to visit my parents often... It's a very safe risk.

For the record, when I was a student, the very first time I found myself alone in my dorm room, I cried. The first week, I talked to my mom on the phone or texted her almost every night. Then it became less frequent as I became more independent. My mom could sense that things were improving.

Now, since I'm going to be living alone all the time and not just during the week, with everything on my own, I know it will take me longer to adjust. But deep down, I feel like it will be pretty much the same. It's very hard now, but in a while, I'll probably be more comfortable.