A Little Piece of Home, Warmly Held Close It’s a funny old thing, isn’t it? That feeling when you’re miles away from where your heart first learned to beat, perhaps studying abroad, working in a bustling new city, or just off on a grand adventure. I remember chatting with a lovely young woman, a student from Pennsylvania, who’d made her way over to our side of the pond. She was absolutely loving her London life, the hustle, the history, the sheer excitement of it all. But every now and then, there was a little tug, a quiet longing for the familiar rolling hills and friendly faces back home. Sh...
