So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the weirdly good oat milk lattes and the plants that look like they’re judging your life choices? Sunday afternoon, the sun was doing that thing where it cuts through the window just right, and I had my laptop open, pretending to be productive. Really, I was just scrolling through photos from last month’s trip and thinking about how my closet is a chaotic mess of ‘maybe someday’ pieces. Which, of course, led me down a rabbit hole. I ended up pulling up this orientdig spreadsheet I’ve been tinkering with. It started as a joke—a way…