New England can be a magical place. It can also be hell on earth. And no, there is no in between. Living in Connecticut specifically provides its own unique experiences and problems. If you relate to any of the experiences below, then I don't mean to startle you, but you may from Connecticut.

1. When you travel, you don't realize not every place has as many trees as your home state.

What do you mean not everyone has an acre of woods behind their house??

2. There were always some sort of local farm you'd go to for pumpkin/berry/apple picking growing up.

And somehow it always winds up being the backdrop for your Christmas card.

3. Seriously, why are there so many horses around here??

Everyone around here has that phase where they try horseback riding.

4. You're perfectly situated in between Boston and New York

You have some of the best cities on the east coast at your disposal. But unfortunately, that also comes with...

5. Extremely polarizing sports teams concentrated in a relatively small area.

Giants versus Patriots. Red Sox versus Yankees. You can't like them both, but you absolutely have to choose one.

6. You've definitely been to a concert at the XFINITY Theater

It's kind of a rite of passage.

7. You probably know at least 50 people that have been to/ are going to UConn

Everyone #BleedsBlue in your state

8. Which once more leads to very passionate sports fans (*cough* basketball *cough*)

You gotta admit, you feel a little accomplished whenever UConn dominates the court... Even if you didn't go there.

9. There was always a field trip to either the Mark Twain house, Noah Webster house, or Mystic Aquarium

Are those the most 'educational' places in the state? Is it another rite of passage? Who knows.

10. Whenever someone asks where you're from, you just say New York or Boston

Because no foreigner knows where the heck Connecticut is. And like... it's close enough.

Because it's such a small state, there's a certain sense of camaraderie... There was a point where we all felt stuck here, and yet somehow we keep choosing to come back. It must be all the fresh air from the trees or something.