You know you're in Boston when people look at you suspiciously for no reason.
You know you're in Boston when you can't find an all-ages show.
You know you're in Boston when public transit closes after 1. And a cab ride costs $40. Once again, for no reason.
You know you're in Boston when the only minorities that exist on the main shopping district are the beggars.
You know you're in Providence (Federal Hill, more precisely) when people want to throw their brooms at you for standing around. Or look like they're pulling out imaginary weapons.
You know you're in Rhode Island when everything that you could possibly need is a thirty minute drive away.
You know you're in SoCal (more specifically, Orange or San Bernadino Counties) when, to entertain themselves, your friends/family drive around, look at houses, and armchair appraise them.
You know you're in Texas (specifically, Austin), when you realize that 50% of a major city is just farm or undeveloped land.