The first restaurant I patronized in the U.S. was a Chinese restaurant called, 'Hunan'. Unsurprisingly they had no Hunan food, the owner was Vietnamese and the waitstaff were Latino. Nonetheless, they had excellent crab rangoons.
I did end up meeting a woman from (also unsurprisingly, I suppose) Fuzhou. I got the lowdown on where to get authentic Chinese in town. It was funny seeing the people around us momentarily stop what they were doing and stare at me. The 'laowai stare' has taken on a whole new meaning.
Lake Michigan remains ridiculously awesome. It's such a clean and beautiful place to relax/swim/boat and fish. I love it.
The food here is so...rich. It's fantastic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just not used to eating so many of these strong flavors. I'm thoroughly enjoying the cheeses and beers.
This is apparently one of the coolest summers on record in Michigan. It's really nice. It's also funny to see people complain about 85 degree weather like it's hot.
I'd say the biggest thing I've noticed is the lack of people. The downtown in Grand Rapids is pretty 'developed' and getting bigger every year. There's just not that many people walking around though. It feels like a ghost town at night. (aside from directly outside of bars where people have to smoke now)
Oh and apparently I have an 'accent now'. I think it's mostly an effect of teaching English for the last few years and also different friends I have in China's speech patterns rubbing off on me, but most people assume it's because I've been speaking too much Chinese. Maybe there's a little bit of that, but only a little if any.