The first time that I thought about this was about two years ago.
Arrived in Cadiz, KY area at Land Between the Lakes resort for my father's memorial services... Brother Kevin and I drove down with his tuck, towing the boat for traditional Kurtz fishing moments.
I stepped out of the vehicle about 7 AM and instantly knew I was in the mid-west where I was brought up... Same heat. Same air. Smell of dry grass and a nearby lake. The sensation of being "back home" was unreal.
Had lived 50 miles north of there from 3rd grade until Sophomore year... Everything I call upbringing was from there.
Last week I pulled into Florida, driving back from CA. No sooner did I cross the state line than the trees and roads came into focus... flat, straight, dry... An immediate Florida connection... These sensations are beyond Google Maps... There must be a 6th sense that understands time and place.