It sure ain't, er, isn't. I arrived during campaign season in Arkansas, and one of the gubnatorial candidates' TV ad starts with this line. I missed Bill Clinton's visit on Thursday but I'm sure he'll be back. In fact the office looks over his future gravesite. It'll take some time for me to adjust to some of the accents and the multitude of country western music and hunting channels on TV. But I figure if Barbara Bush can move to Midland TX in the 1940s and Hillary Clinton can survive Arkansas in the 1970s, I can manage.
My first few days have been a jet-lagged blur of new faces and new routines. It is a little unnerving to be in a place with such friendly people. My mouth hurts from smiling so much. I'd say that Little Rock is more diverse than I expected, but less diverse than I'm used to. And it's accidental diversity - people following their spouses or their jobs to settle here. But diversity nonetheless, and thankfully a colleague from Hong Kong promised to show me the Asian grocery stores next week. The only cultural hiccup I experienced was when I was filling out forms for HR and I jokingly said "My husband chose to keep his own name." That was met with a blank stare.