I am a living thing from the Planet of Earth.
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I'm from the elm tree sitting around the corner. When these people leave I come in and use their computer.

It isn't easy to use a computer with feathers ya know

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I'm from a twinkle in my father's eye and error in my mother's judgement ;)
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I am from the woods of New Hampshire in the United States I live in a modern day version of a luxury backpacking camp so to say. We could start a pine cone collection service if there was a market for that. If anyone needs thousands of pine cones just send me a direct message and we can work out a deal.

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I come from a magical and limitless universe that resides between my ears.
The weather is mostly sunny, but I have had some cloud cover for the past week or so. It should be clearing up and showing a multi-colored sky soon.

The physical shell of that great universe is currently stuck in Mobile, Alabama, but is planning a trip back home for good real soon.
Home is San Francisco, California.
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I come from a land called Peterborough, Ontario - It's a big city about 2hours north-east of Toronto. I guess you could say it's modern it has a University, a College, a music and arts scene and is the biggest city in the county.

However, I left Peterborough at the age of 19 because it drove me insane, I liked to refer to it as a metropolitan hick-town because the rural and urban folk were influenced by each other and it created a weird sub-culture in the late 90s that I liked to call "rural gangsta" -

The city itself didn't appear to be going anywhere, it was an old manufacturing town that was lucky enough to be on the edge of Cottage country so it can call itself a "travel destination" - but don't hold your breath brochure readers, unless you like 5 minute firework shows 2 a week in the summer there is not much inside the city itself (cottage country though, is nice)

So there you have it, Peterborough Ontario - The Metropolitan hick town full of rural gangstas.

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A soggy place on the coast of the pacific-north west called Vancouver. Winter is like living in a cold shower, and technically it's classified as a temperate rain-forest, although, I think ice-age rain-forest is more appropriate.

I miss how when I lived on the prairies one could actually see blue sky in the winter, and how it was possible to go out and do things like skate and snowmobile and sled without having to drive miles in order to get up in the mountains to where the precipitation is white and solid, and where if you did take a trip to the mountains, you weren't sharing the mountains with gazillions of skiers also trying to get dry.

A lot of people from places where the winter freezes think it's fascinating the first time they experience a winter where it doesn't, but 7 times out of 9 the novelty wears off after the second year and they move back.

As the premier of Saskatchewan once put it: A lot of people move to the west coast for the climate, and move back because of the weather.

However, it's got the largest Sikh community outside India, and its Chinatown beats the pants off San Fransisco's for size and authenticity, and it's got more Spanish and Italians and Portuguese and Iranians and Russians and Estonians and Germans and French and Dutch and Indonesian and Moroccan and Japanese and Korean and everything else, such that it's rated the second most cosmopolitan cuisine in north America after Manhattan, so if you like variety in your diet, it's pretty good that way.
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Pasadena, Ca.

Home of the ROSE parade, and drunken tourists who throw up on your lawn and throw trash in your yard for a week one day a year.

I pray for RAIN every year for the rose parade, but thanks to a city ordinance, "It cannot rain on the rose parade" we hardly see it. :( damn those city laws.
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I am from Pennsylvania, but am so close to the New York border I can throw a rock over it. That snow belt that runs wild from Lake Ontario down Interstate 17 is enough to cover us in snow as if we did not get enough already most of the time. I live in a small town 2,500 that sits between two rivers (Susquehanna and the Chemung) and in 1972 when Hurricane Agnes came up the east coast those two rivers dang near became one in my town.

On the other side of the rivers are hills, which pushes even more water into the rivers, aww but it is so pretty usually. I have lived elsewhere (South Korea, Texas, and California) but I decided to come on home and raise my kids here.
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I always say "from my mother's womb."

I am a navy brat. I was born in San Diego and raised everywhere else. I'm not really FROM one area or another, I just lived there briefly. But I can tell you that I am NOT from Tennessee. The locals made sure I knew that every day I lived there. Thought I'd pass it on.

Currently, I am nomadic. My navy brat childhood makes it hard to stay in one place too long. If I do, I start rearranging the house. I've lived in this apartment on and off for a year and I've had 4 different bedrooms. Not bad for a 3 bedroom house :)
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Mahalo gave birth to me. And here I am.
Source(s):
Jason C.

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I'm in the cold place known as Wisconsin. Horrible winters and tons of snow.
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