I'm absolutely not saying my way is right or wrong, it just feels so very very different to way it was when I was 18.
I felt a bit of a spare part going with her, an interloper in a dream, a choice, a future that is hers, not mine.
I know she'll make the right choice for her (she always does), but I strongly suspect it won't be the choice I, or especially DH, will be happiest with.
We live in the sticks and DD1 isn't a great one for peer group friends. So it's not that we are uninvolved parents, quite the reverse, she spends a great deal of time with us. We shop together, chatter in the car and in an evening. DH and her disappear to do their hobby together for whole weekends.
I'd love her to go somewhere in the south of England, where we might see her at least once in term time, but it's not my choice. If she ends up in Scotland, I have to accept it.
However, much I believe in roots and wings, I don't want to let my PFB go.