Last Saturday night Monty Carlo woke us up at 4 a.m when he heard someone banging on our neighbor’s door.
I heard a man say, “It’s Jason, I’m looking for my wife. Where’s Stephanie?”
I didn’t hear the answer.
Mr F and another neighbor went outside to investigate. Jason had a bodybuilder’s physique, and though it was cold he was dressed in red jeans, and a white tank top. In answer to Mr F’s, “Is everything all right?” he said “Everything’s f— fine!” and drove off in a white Lexus SUV.
Who is Jason? I don’t know.
Where is Stephanie? I can’t say.
The house has been locked up and dark since then …
There’s always plenty of drama when you live in Hollywood.
I couldn’t get back to sleep.
While I tossed and turned on my sleepless pillow I remembered that this week’s WordPress Photo challenge is “Home“…
Inspired by my blogging buddy Barbara Rogers – of By the Sea ‘s – beautiful photos in the post Blizzard Charlotte ~ 2.8.13 where she took us for a walk in her Connecticut neighborhood buried under 21 inches of snow in last weekend’s blizzard, I invite you to join me on my walk in Malibu on Saturday February 9, 2013…
On Saturday morning Mr F, our friend Debbie and I had brunch on the patio of a small hotel overlooking the ocean in Malibu, and after our meal – a tasteless spinach, mushroom and sausage omelet with canned mushrooms for goodness sake so you don’t need to feel jealous – we took the dogs for a delicious long walk on the private beach next to the fancy-shmancy houses in Malibu Colony. (Though it’s a gated community they can’t keep us off their beach. )
As it was a very low tide we saw anemones, star fish, mussels and bright-colored seaweed in the tide pools.
“The mouth, and the anus of the sea anemone is in the middle of the oral disk surrounded by tentacles which are both a defense and a way to capture prey.”
Over the years, when anyone asked me, “Where’s your home?” I’d shrug and say I didn’t know, because I hadn’t felt a strong enough connection to any particular place to honor it by calling it my home.
During that sleepless night while I savored the memory of our lovely day at the beach, I felt grateful that we lived in a such a warm, beautiful part of the world close to the ocean with miles of beautiful beaches and hundreds of hiking trails (all my happy places), and it slowly dawned on me that I’d begun to think of this crazy city as *h*o*m*e*.
We never go to Malibu without stopping at GROM for gelato. We discovered the delicious gelato when we were in Italy three years ago.
- What is your happy place?
- Is your home near your happy place?
- Are there hiking trails close to your city?
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