Moving is stressful, but sometimes it's just necessary, in which case I try not to get worked up about it. Yeah, moving out of the house I was raised in was kind of a downer, but it also meant moving into my first very own apartment and (as such) becoming a more independant and responsible person. Since then I moved again twice, and my new apartment (been here for about a year now) feels as much like home like the last two. Sure, there's no family around, but for me that's a good thing - I love my family, but I do need my space, and most of the time I'm studying anyways, and I relax by spending time alone. I suppose you could call it the "My home is my castle" approach, "home" meaning for me my personal four walls that signify a safe zone once I close the door behind me on the way in.
Also, that way I'm doubly cheery about seeing my folks around Christmas. Win-Win.