Home sweet home

I'm going back to England on Sunday, and am feeling rather in turmoil about the whole affair. On the one hand, I'm uber-excited about seeing friends and family, whom I miss; on the other, I almost feel as if I am already suffering from London-homesickness in anticipation of leaving. I always did tend to see the negative side of things...
I'm also anxious about going back to the place where, before I left, I lived and worked hard - compared to now, where life is really rather easy and relaxed. Will it make me mourn my old life even more? Who knows. In the meantime, I'm sending emails, arranging coffee meetings and focusing on the getting excited part!