you never know when you're making a memory...

why is it that distance makes the heart grow fonder?
why is it that when you're removed from familiar surroundings, you view that familiarity with rose-tinted glasses?
every sound, every sight, every thought, every memory is romanticised..
..no matter where you go and what you do... you're sub consciously always thinking about "home"?

what emotion would you describe as? its not just love..its also a longing, a fondness...
home is always where the heart is..and strangely, when you're millions of miles away, memories are made of things that were insignificant when they actually happened.

the lack of current familiarity, the absence of family and the sudden foray into independent life makes the past life seem perfect even though it may not have been...and will always be romanticised in retrospect... but hey, a little exaggeration never hurt anyone...!