Does absence make the heart grow fonder?

  Is it a cliché that absence makes the heart grow fonder? For loved ones? For special places? Catching the bus to the city today, while chatting to my little sister I felt the familiar pangs of homesickness. I live a long way from my big, sometimes chaotic, though always fun family, and the places where I spent my childhood. Reunions in my family are grand affairs loaded with emotion, love and laughter. Does distance provide a soft lens on life and our loved ones? I like to think that for me the distance takes away the focus on the day-to-day domestics and helps me focus on the big stuff. Providing me with a fresh view of life. Enjoying the time together. Moving past the small stuff and focusing on spending time together. Quality versus quantity. Enjoy xx