Settled, unsettled

It's really weird. I know that I'll be back in London in two days' time, but I don't believe it. I know that I'll be back at work on Wednesday, but I don't believe it. It all seems so incredibly far away and unreal.
I know that as soon as I step through my door and see my flat again, it will be as if I've never been gone, but I suspect I'll feel homesick for a few days.
On Wednesday morning when I get back to work, there'll be a lot of things and news waiting for me, and there's a busy time ahead, what with the office moving and all. I'll be in London again, which still is the place I want to be.
But right now, if I'm honest, I don't really want to leave here.