So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the terrible Wi-Fi but amazing oat milk lattes? The rain was just starting to tap against the window, and I had that weird mix of coziness and restlessness. I was supposed to be planning my friend’s birthday trip—flights, accommodations, all that jazz—but instead, I found myself scrolling through old photos on my phone, completely sidetracked. Classic me. Anyway, as I was flipping through pics from last summer’s Japan trip (still dreaming about those ramen bowls), I remembered how chaotic my travel planning used to be. Notes scattered across three different apps, screenshots lost in the…