Growing up in a small town like Wilton, Connecticut, with a whopping 18,000 people can sometimes feel just a little too small. When you spend your whole life here, it can sometimes be hard to remember the reasons you enjoy this small, suffocating town. However, when you leave you remember missing the taste of the chicken crust club from Tom E Toes, and will miss having 10 different nail salons all within a mile of each other, and you definitely will miss having Cookie Friday every week thanks to Chef Russo. These are the true signs you grew up in Wilton, Connecticut.
1. The place to hang out when you were in middle school was outside of Starbucks, and if you weren’t there every weekend then did you even have friends?
2. You can’t go to Orem’s Diner without seeing at least five people you know.
3. Swamp ice cream from Scoops is your go-to ice cream.
4. Driving past the prison called Wilton High School makes chills go down your spine.
5. Being in the marching band or in the school plays in high school was actually pretty cool.
6. You know everything in town closes by 9 p.m., and when you’re craving Ben & Jerry’s at 11 p.m. you know you’re out of luck.
7. It’s normal to have a second house in Lake George or the Hamptons or Nantucket.
8. It’s weird to drive through a town where half the cars you pass are not Jeeps.
9. Going into New York City is the best day trip to take, but also the most expensive so you have to limit yourself to how many times you can actually go in.
10. You constantly wonder why there is no show called The Real Housewives of Fairfield County.
11. And when you meet someone from Fairfield County outside of Fairfield Country, you immediately feel connected on a spiritual level.
12. You go to college realizing most of your college classes are easier than your classes from Wilton High School.
13. As much as we all say we hate being in Wilton, when we leave we all secretly miss it.
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