Love is measured by sacrifice. Cost.

Thoughts: It is much harder to love the people close to you, consistently. Consistently considering others as more important than yourself. All this, despite seeing more of their flaws as time goes by, and despite the rigors of daily life. Much harder, as compared to taking a break from your daily responsibilities, going to a foreign land for a short period of time and devoting your full attention there, loving a group of people whom you have not lived close enough or long enough, for you to realize how unlovely they are, for you to realize just how much it will cost you, just how inconvenient it is, to love.