Strangeness

As of right now I have about 21 days, 1 hour, and 19 minutes until my girlfriend and I step into our new home in Charlotte, NC. It's only 3 hours away from my home in the outskirts of Raleigh, where i've spent my entire life, but it seems like it's on the other side of the ocean. There's a strange sensation to being here though, like everything is sickeningly sweet. The sky is more blue, the people seem to be friendlier, and everything looks more vivid than it has in the 20 years i've been here; It's like the city is playing it's siren song, and I'm just now realizing all of the beautiful things around me. 
Of course I'm just tuning out most of the negative, and I'm just not bothered by a lot of the small things that i used to, but it's strange, I will admit, how this beautiful place is popping up around me out of no where. I'm looking forward, so I'm stuck in this stasis of performing my daily rituals and routines, knowing that they'll change soon and be replaced with a new set of different rituals and routines. I'll be placed in a new setting with everything I know rearranged and new places added. It's all so strange and new to me, but I suppose I'm getting home-sick a little too early.
I was told by my girlfriend that when her friend, who was living abroad, would getting home-sick, he would go to McDonald's and get a cheeseburger. Is that the secret? Is it all about finding those comfort items that remind you of home, or is it a process of adding those into a new lifestyle with new places and new comfort items, molding a new home out of a strange new environment? I think I know the answer to that, but I suppose only time will tell, and in the meantime I'm not going to go on a last minute mission to find everything in that I've never found, and I'm not going to shut it all out: I'm going to sit back and take it all in.