I've never been to the east coast before, so Kelly used to try and describe it to me so I'd know what it was like where she grew up. She'd tell me about all of the trees and the weird winding roads and everything, and I really had a hard time imagining a place where the houses were just built with woods surrounding them and no fences, so you could run through the forest in your backyard.
Well, now I'm here in Connecticut visiting her, so I see how everything is like she described. However, it didn't seem as strange as I'd thought just by the description. In fact, I recognized the place as we drove in to Danbury that first night: New England is where all of the horror movies take place.
That was a comforting realization as I was about to meet my girlfriend's family for the first time.
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