Does absence make the heart grow fonder?

The tribe enjoying some quality time at the family farm, Central Queensland

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