You know those Sundays when you wake up with absolutely zero plans, and somehow that feels like the biggest luxury in the world? That was me this morning. No alarm, just the soft, grey light of a lazy Seattle morning filtering through my blinds. I made a pot of coffee that was probably too strong for a normal human, scrolled mindlessly through my phone for a bit, and then had that sudden, impulsive thought: I need to get out of this apartment. Not for anything grand, just to exist somewhere else for a few hours. So I threw on my go-to ‘doing absolutely nothing important’ outfit: my oldest, softest pair…