Despite Ann Arbor's status as the midwest's oasis of diversity and LGBT acceptance, it was still quite an adjustment from the San Francisco Bay Area. When I first moved here, I was first astounded and then traumatized at how white the town seemed to be. After a few months I was finally able to recover and acclimate to my new surroundings. Then it started snowing - a lot. And one morning, as I was scraping the ice off my windshield with a credit card (it had failed to occur to me to purchase a scraper until it was obviously too late), my only thought was, "THIS PLACE IS LIKE ONE GODDAMN WHITE ONSLAUGHT AFTER ANOTHER."
My grandparents moved back to Taiwan a couple of years ago. Realizing that my grandfather was almost 100 years old, I was anxious that I might never see them again. Fortunately, I was able to arrange a trip recently and they even got to meet my girlfriend (white girl from Texas). After having been several years since I had seen my grandmother, this is how she greeted me:
"Oh, good! You haven't gotten fat!.....Wow, your friend is tall!"