So I was sitting in this little corner cafe on Sunday morning, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? The sun was just hitting the table at that perfect angle, and I had my laptop open, pretending to be productive while actually just scrolling through my camera roll from last week. Classic Sunday vibes. Anyway, I was trying to organize some thoughts for a potential trip later this year—just daydreaming really—and my notes were all over the place. Phone memos, random Google Docs, screenshots buried in photos… a total mess. Then I remembered this thing my friend mentioned a while back…