The feeling of places

As with most of my posts, this is something I have been thinking about for quite a while.
For most of my childhood I have traveled with my mother across America (venturing into Canada and Mexico on occasion) and I have noticed that each place I go, (even if was a long time ago) had a...feeling. It's difficult to explain exactly what or why it is and I have no idea if any other people experience this. But I've even felt this in my recent travels to New York and Maine. So, to the main point of this post. As anyone who reads this blog would know, I am obsessed with England and would very much like to travel there. And being the air headed person that I am, I think about it quite often. Oddly, it isn't just the places that I have been to that have feelings attached to them. Whenever I see a picture of England (or any other place that I want to go to, for that matter) I have this...odd sensation, almost as if I can feel the air in that country. And it is because of these feelings and thoughts that I think that I'm going mad. Lately I've been wondering what these countries actually feel like, if the air is the quality of which I imagine.
Now is the difficult part of coming up with a way to document the preconceptions and actual air of the place.
Of course, this could just make no sense and I really AM going mad.

Also, This video is lovely: The Story of Keep Calm and Carry On
It makes me happy. :)