Believe it or not this happens every single week: In the middle of conversation the person I'm speaking with will pause, smile, cock their head and say "where are you from?". Even though I have lived here for many years people never think I'm from Vancouver.

"If you're not from the prairie you can't know my soul You don't know our blizzards, you've not fought our cold. Best say you have - and then we'll be one For we will have shared that same blazing sun." - David Bouchard