Relief. Mostly that I won't have to explain that I'm alive all over again. You know how people would show up in the village straight from home and have no idea how they got there or what was going on and "what do you mean you're my son, I am unmarried and uninterested in having children ever also I'm devoted to my job which is at a desk for I am a profoundly uninteresting person what do you mean I quit and join the circus when you turned five" and all that? It's another of those places with people showing up from all sorts of others of those place and also back home. It's a mix. We've essentially been tossed into the rubbish bin.
In short, lava's gone. It's all mud now and lots of it. Also toilets in trees and trees in pianos. And a bunch of other stuff, including a habitually half (or more)-naked Katie Bell and alcoholics who are already going crazy without their whiskey 10 minutes into being here. Like every other village out of time, I imagine. But still treehouses.
And let me guess: you didn't bring Lily with you either, did you?