"What's in a name? That which we call a rose...."

Pictures from when we bought our little piece of heaven...

House on left and Garage on right.

I have been wanting to write a post about the name "Malibutopia".

It's not a place. It's a feeling. A state of mind not unlike when you were ten years old and you dove into an ice cold swimming pool the first time. Or when you have just had the best meal shared with special friends in a special place and you know you couldn't recreate it if you tried.... it's that special moment in time and you know how grand life is....

That is how I feel living here in this, former horse stable, converted to a house by a drunk lady from a family of alcoholics. No that's not me...
It's the former owner two titles ago.

We heard about the original owners from some of the old Malibu residents... The family owned quite a bit of land in this area and slowly sold off the parcels until this was the last one left... This place needed lots of TLC.

I think it's been the process of imagining what it could be like, dreaming... and a whole lot of work, mostly by The Husband, that's made our life so Malubutopia.

So, you don't have to live in Malibu or Miami or Montana... or a tropical Island to experience what I'm talking about...

It's all in your head... (sounding very hippie like, man!)

ps. The Husband thinks this post is too sentimental... Oh Well.