Me too. Except two times. Both flying into a different city at night.
In Phoenix my sense of direction was off 90 degrees for the whole week. Even though I KNEW in my mind which way was north, I still couldn’t make my sense of direction correct.
The other time was Ft. Lauderdale. In that case I was 180 degrees off. And knew it. I kept having to tell myself,”Ok, I want to go towards the Ocean, so go the opposite way you think it is.” And that worked.
Maybe the fact I flew in messed me up. It was very disconcerting the whole time, both cities.
Just one of the reasons I will never return.