I'm going home to see my family in PA for the first time in over a year. I can't believe the time has gone by so quickly. I'm a bit nervous though. I don't know why, but right now it all feels a bit werid. I keep wondering if it's going to be really different since all of the kids are growing up, or will it be like I never left? Jamie still hasn't met some of them, so I'm nervous how that will go. I think we may cook an English Sunday roast for my aunt, the kids, my mom and grandparents. My grandparents are the only ones who haven't met him, come to think of it. I am really happy about going home, but not as much as I think I should. Maybe it just hasn't sunken in. Or I'm thinking about it too much.