So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons where the sunlight just hits different – golden and slow, like honey dripping through the window. I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling through photos from last month’s trip to Kyoto. And then it hit me: I needed to organize all this chaos. My phone was buzzing with a million tabs – flight confirmations, hotel receipts, that amazing ramen place my friend recommended, temple opening hours, train schedules. My notes app looked like…