Ever since I saw the movie NIGHTS IN RODANTHE I have been daydreaming about lazy days spent tending to a big old cottage on the ocean, and evenings spent sipping chamomile and reading in an Adirondack chair on the patio.  I know it kind of sounds like an old lady way of life, but things have gotten so hectic in the last years since the adoption. Then the economy took its plunge creating more stress not only for me and my family but everyone across the country. In light of all the stress, NIGHTS IN RODANTHE has become my happy place, in my mind. The story, of course, of love FINALLY found then abruptly taken away is heartbreaking and I don’t think about that.  I just think about the house, the beach, and the ocean breeze.  Lately I have even been browsing Outer banks foreclosures to familiarize myself with what kinds of poor neglected houses are out there, waiting for me to find my way to the perfect one. Some day…