Distance makes the Heart Grow Fonder

There's that feeling... that familiar feeling of knowing you're going on vacation.

As the days approach to your getaway you suddenly can't stand your house. You've got to get out of here. Got to get where the grass is greener.

While this anticipation and rush can be great and exhillerating - and even last almost the entire trip - the thought of returning home as the end of your vacation approaches slowly but surely strengthens.

You want to get home. You miss the usual. You miss the routine. You miss your bed, your food, your regular clothes, your comfort.

Funny how distance makes the heart grow fonder... and perhaps in more ways then one.

What if we applied the vacation scenario to relationships? What if we suddenly feel an itch to be "less available" to our significant other? What if suddenly we seek a bit of distance? To "test the greener grass" if you will.

This time it doesn't seem as simple. We can't just hop on a plane and travel to somewhere new. This is more tricky. This is more touchy. This is way more risky. In fact, the thought seems taboo.

But what if you've got too much of a good thing? What if you need to step back to access?

The most frightening thought I suppose, would be that one chooses, in fact, to travel to a new place.... chooses to test the waters... chooses to step onto new grass... and just when they start to miss that homey feeling, they realize they don't have the option of a return ticket.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Well, just how far can we go?