I seem to be stuck in the Eastern half of United States. I don’t know if it’s a mental thing or I’m just trying to see too many places.
My mother uses a Russian expression, “You can’t dance at two weddings with one ass.” I used to think that was stupid as it was so obvious. Now it makes sense. If I don’t grow a second ass, which I have almost done, I will start editing my trip. This is a good problem to have, too many wonderful places to see.