It's Always the Last Place You Look

It could have been the kind words that were said to me.
“You know I think the world of you, right?”

Maybe it was the time I spent at Legal Seafood with my new crush, Bartender Drew, who not only insisted we eat at the bar but also ordered my meal for me, made a mean vodka tonic and then generously bought dessert for me and my friends.

Perhaps it was hitting the bars on Saturday night (and into Sunday morning) with some of the funniest guys I know.
“Kendra likes lots vodka and knows her Red Sox – she’s fucking perfect.”

Maybe it was my morning walks on the beach, sipping coffee and feeling the cool sand between my toes.

It might have to do with the king size bed and the six down pillows I curled up into every night.

Maybe it was the string of unbelievable luck I had while playing Texas Hold ‘Em.
“You’re so money and you don’t even know it!”

It could have been the smell of salt water wafting through the screen door of the deck in my room and the sound of the ocean.

Perhaps it was the clam bake. When it started, someone tied a plastic bib around my neck, I had a plateful of seafood and was armed with a lot of hardware. When it was over I had butter all over my fingers, bits of lobster meat scattered on my plate, and a huge grin on my face.

It could have something to do with the bonfire on the beach where we made smores, drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much, sang along to “Sweet Caroline” and splashed our feet in the chilly surf.
“Seriously KC, when will you be able to do this again?”

Whatever it was, it worked.

I’m not really sure what was going on with me before I left. I was feeling anxious. I was bored and antsy. I was still getting over the shock of a very interesting conversation. (More on that in a different post.) I just didn’t feel like myself. My sunny disposition and smile were MIA.

Over the course of 5 days away from everything, I found me. I went all the way to Cape Cod and I’ll be damned, there was my smile. Who would have guessed?

My grandpa would say that I have my shine back…and he would be right. I'm home and feeling like a million bucks. Sure, I’m exhausted and perhaps just a scoach hungover but my heart feels really good; my head feels like it’s in a good place.

It’s good to be back home…and back to me.