Connecticut, the tiny but mighty land of lobster rolls, leafy suburbia, and intense debates about where New England really begins. It’s where you can ski, beach, and argue about pizza—all in the same day. If the following makes complete sense to you without a second thought, you’ve probably been stuck in I-95 traffic long enough to call yourself a true Nutmegger.
You have strong feelings about whether a lobster roll should be hot or cold.
And if it comes with lettuce, you’re flipping the table.
You’ve explained that, no, you don’t live in New York—but yes, you do take the train there.
Metro-North is basically a second home at this point.
You’ve used “going up to Boston” or “down to New York” as casual weekend plans.
Because Connecticut exists in that weird middle zone, like the peanut butter of the East Coast.
You’ve mastered the art of fake friendliness at the DMV.
Three hours later, and you’re still waiting for someone to call ticket G74.
You believe tag sales are sacred.
It’s not a garage sale, not a yard sale—it’s a tag sale, and don’t you forget it.
You know New Haven pizza isn’t just good—it’s a holy experience.
If you haven’t waited in line at Pepe’s or Sally’s, are you even from here?
You’ve weathered snowstorms, hurricanes, and 85° muggy Octobers without flinching.
Connecticut weather is like a spin-the-wheel game of chaos.
You know the difference between UConn fans and casuals.
UConn basketball isn’t a sport—it’s a generational commitment.
You measure distance in traffic delays, not miles.
“It’s only 12 miles away” could still mean a 45-minute drive, on a good day.
You’ve had the inexplicable urge to correct someone who says “Connect-i-cut.”
It’s “Connect-i-kit,” and we will die on this tiny colonial hill.
If you’re reading this while sipping Dunkin’, dodging potholes, and arguing over which town has the best public schools, congrats—you’ve been in Connecticut far too long. But let’s be honest, deep down you love the contradictions, the charm, and yes, even the tag sales. Just don’t forget your reusable bags—it’s the law now, and we’re very smug about it.
The post If These 10 Things Make Sense to You, You’ve Been in Connecticut Far Too Long appeared first on When In Your State.