Today was a good day.

Florida had a personality shift today. It decided to pretend it’s not Florida and dropped into the 60s, which felt very dramatic of it. I did not consent to winter.

The day started at home, packaging up peptide orders and getting everything organized to ship. There’s something oddly satisfying about that — being in your own little bubble, taping boxes, printing labels, knowing things are moving and reaching people. It feels tangible. Real.

At some point ,my friend Carissa called to check in, and we ended up talking for a long time about life, transitions, and everything unfolding in both of our worlds. She’s been a friend for a very long time, and it felt great to reconnect in that way. She’s waiting for me to get settled so she can come visit, escape for a bit, and sit in the sunshine by the water with me. That felt like a future moment I could already feel.

I drove into Orlando to look at a rental I had scheduled, only to find out it had to be rescheduled because maintenance was being done and the floors couldn’t be walked on yet. Instead, the owner offered to show me another property.

In between those two, I went to look at a different house that was absolutely beautiful — newly remodeled, massive fenced yard, genuinely stunning. The kind of place that makes you pause and imagine a whole life there. But the cost was well out of my budget, and while they said they might “work with me” about Charlie, it felt hesitant, conditional, and expensive. It wasn’t a no because of the house — it was a no because of the numbers.

Then I went to the salon for a bit. My boss was curious about peptides and ended up placing an order, so I helped him navigate that, and we talked about building books and expectations. It felt good to have that clarity — that sense of structure and mutual understanding.

After that, I went to look at another property owned by the original landlord — and this one felt different immediately.

The owner was great. Easy. Grounded. Human. We hit it off right away. No background check. No credit check. No extra pet rent. No drama. Just a conversation.

It’s a two-bedroom, one-bath. It’s old. It’s outdated. It’s small. And somehow… It’s perfect.

It’s two minutes from work. Walkable to lakes, little shops, and beautiful areas. Close to grocery stores and highways. In a safe, quiet neighborhood. And it has a fenced-in backyard for Charlie.

The house is nice enough that I can enjoy it, but not so precious that I have to stress about a dog being a dog. If he scratches a door or tracks in dirt, the world does not end. That feels like freedom.

So I signed the lease. Put down the deposit. Made it official.

Then I went back to the salon for a bit, then headed to the gym, got a good workout in, handed out a few cards, talked to a few members, shared a bit about what I do and what I’m building.

After that, I went home, filled in Calla and Ed, we chatted for a while, and then it was dinner, unwinding, and letting the day land.

Nothing wild. Nothing dramatic.

Just a lot of small steps in the right direction.

And one really important yes.