Home again

by Hilla Duka


Last week I was back in London, working with my wonderful uk team. We managed to get a few good training sessions in, but the best bit of work I felt I did was actually just being there, being available to them, for a chat or a question. 

And of course, it felt wonderful to be back home. No matter how long I've been away, I always feel like coming home when I get back. Grabbing a bite at a place that cooks my type of food, popping out for a drink at the pub, even cramming up on the tube, it's so good to be home again. 

And now I'm back, and as usual, I miss home...


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