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? I had just finished a ridiculously long week at work and decided to treat myself to an afternoon of absolutely nothing. Just me, my laptop, and an overpriced oat milk latte that tasted suspiciously like cardboard. I was supposed to be scrolling through mindless memes, but my brain, being the traitor it is, kept circling back to this trip I’m planning. Not a big, fancy vacation, just a long weekend up the coast. But the planning… ugh. Flights, trains, that cute little Airbnb I…