- Traffic is crazy. I had to keep asking myself if I was in L.A. again. For Hartford, not nearly as big as L.A., I expected the traffic to be much less than it was. The speed limit was pretty much nonexistent as long as no cops were around. I was often doing 80 mph in 55 mph zones and if I hadn’t been driving that fast I would have been a hinderance to other drivers.
- Winding roads. Another thing that made me think I was back in California was the winding roads up and down the mountains. It was terrifying driving these roads when no one seems to have the concept of a speed limit. Almost every time my Mom and I were driving on these roads, it seemed like there’d be a collection of five cars stuck behind me and I think I was mostly going the speed limit except during the sharp turns.
- Trees. I suppose this isn’t really culture shock as much as it is landscape shock. I don’t know what I expected Connecticut to look like, but it certainly wasn’t with heaps of trees and mountainous hills. I still haven’t decided if it’s hills or mountains. They don’t look like your stereotypical mountains.
- Age. Everything here seems older and like there’s a story behind it. Lots of brick buildings. Even the amount of trees Connecticut has makes it seem older.
- The roads make no sense – at least in Hartford, CT. I’ve driven in the suburbs of L.A. before and driving in Hartford downtown was more scary to me.