The lack of good [ Thai || Chinese || Indian || Mexican || etc ] food. And people.
Today at lunch, I played the role of the token white girl, which never happened when I lived in suburban CT, or backwoods Maine, or upstate NY. I might have had that role if I lived in Boston longer than I did, but I wasn’t ever there, so I didn’t make many friends. Here, the groups of people I hang out with are mixes of all kinds of race, creed, and orientation. It adds “flavah” to my life. Something that was absent growing up in Maine.
Sure, we had a couple kids in town who weren’t white, but there were no adults. I always wondered what would happen to them when they turned 18. Did they have to move? I had one friend who thought he was dark because he drank too much chocolate milk. He didn’t look anything like his two white “aunts” he lived with. Of course it took me until college to question whether or not they were really sisters or if they were a lesbian couple.
Somehow we got on this topic at lunch. R is originally from Japan. It was refreshing to learn that she had a similar problem growing up. Everyone in her town was Japanese, except for one family that “had some Korean blood.” That was it. Occasionally some white people would pass through, but there were rarely even people from other parts of Asia.
After having lived here for a couple of years, I have this expectation that the whole world is multicultural now. But it isn’t. There is still a lot of mixing to do. So get to it!