American born of Irish parents happily living in Canada here. Oh, and triple citizenship… I love travelling and trying to figure out which passport(s) to bring with me. 
Yes.
As of late ast month, I am once again living on Kwajalein, RMI (Republic of the Marshall Islands).
Why did I leave? That’s a complicated answer. I’ve been here before, 1984-1987 and the advantages were numerous. Living on a tropical island, no Federal income tax, free housing and utilities, chance to travel being paid by my employer, thrill of living in a very exotic place, no cold weather, working on Star Wars stuff, diving the South Seas, no tourists, best fishing in the world, no car or insurance or gas, tires & oil, safe place to raise our child, and so on.
This time, a lot of the above, plus getting my wife away from a really bad situation with her vs. snarky sisters putting all the obligations of taking care of aged parents on her.
It all came down to her calling me crying one night after a particularly bad bout of this, where I asked her “Why are they refusing to help out and putting all of this crapola on you?”
She said, “They said it was because I was there.”
And I said, “I can fix that.”
Well, I live slightly more than half the year away from Canada and have a residence visa in Yemen. Does that count?
US citizen living in Japan for 11 years now. Just applied last month for permanent residency.
I came here a year after college to earn some money and live on my own for a while, then decided that I was making pretty good money, had skills that were in demand in a region where they were short supply, had found someone I wanted to spend my life with, and just generally felt like I’d found where I belonged.
I’m an American in Australia. My husband spent the last half of his childhood living in the community where we live now. We met in the U.S., lived there together for 8 years, then headed over here 2 years ago. We’ve had one kid in the U.S. and one kid here. We’re planning on moving back to the U.S. sometime this year, but I’m going to try to get my Australian citizenship before we leave. My husband plans on trying to get his U.S. citizenship when he qualifies. That way, all four of us will be dual citizens.
American (still a U.S. citizen) expat here. I moved to Brussels in December 1993 for work-related reasons and after 2 1/2 years moved to London, where I remain.
Not at the time.
I’ve lived in Miami for 4 years, Philly for 1 year (with a hiatus between Miami and Philly, that’s why I don’t just say “5 years in the US”) and 6 months in Costa Rica, always for work reasons.
Considered moving to Paris for work reasons, got a job offer closer to home, dropped the “Pagí” plans.
Am I the only convert so far? My parents moved from England to the US when I was a toddler, and I’ve lived here ever since, except for 9 months spent studying in Japan. I became a US citizen about 20 years ago, in part because I was a translator and I found out you had to be a US citizen to be eligible for some government jobs. It wasn’t an easy decision, actually. People have told me that I should be all American by now, but I still run into the odd disconnect where the way I think and act are more British.
I’m an American in Australia, married to an Aussie guy. Been here three years, have my fully American kid with me.
Will probably live here forever.
Cheers,
G
I’m an Australian who’s been living in the US for nearly 7 years now. I have migrated three times in my life so far (as distinct from changing residence temporarily): at age 2, my family moved to England; at age 9, we moved back to Australia; and at age 54, I moved to the US for a job here.
Im not yet sure whether I will take up US citizenship when I become eligible, but my wife won’t, and she insists that we are going to move back to Australia when I retire. (We still own our house in Australia, and two of our children live in it).
I didn’t notice the followup question. I am, indeed, an American citizen. My adoptive parents were citizens so it was fairly easy to get citizenship. I don’t remember a lot of it, I was 8 or 9, but I remember the nice adoption lady, plus standing up in court to say the vows. We got a little booklet and the clearest thing I remember was it had Rights and Responsibilities, and voting was on both sections.
Seven, you should see us trying to eat in 1-D.
Scottish, now living in the US with my American wife. I’m eligible for the citizenship thing but just don’t have the time (or can’t be arsed) to do the study for the test. Maybe some day.
Another question: Do you know other ex-pats in your area, from your home country? We have quite a nice group of Canadians around here. I think that’s the default description for a group of Canadians, though. 
We get together once a month or so, at least some of us. I had a few over on Friday night for beer and other treats I’d brought back from a visit home. And poutine.
Yes.
The only Canadians I’ve met in the eight years I’ve been here were some Ontarians who had parked their car in the next space at a mall. We both arrived at our cars after shopping at the same time, and I asked them where they were from. It turns out they lived about four doors down from the last house I lived in! Is that weird, or what?!
I’ve seen news footage of Canadians who get together to celebrate Thanksgiving, but they don’t seem to have an association listed in the phone book. One year I called the TV station that aired the clip, to ask how to contact them. Someone promised to get back to me. I’m still waiting.
Yes, and I generally avoid Indians of my parents’ age. I’d like to clearly exclude Doper Indians, who are very nice and not nosy at all, and most of the kids my age. The parents, though, are extraordinarily nosy.
Plus there’s this feeling amongst so many Indians of my acquaintance that they are too “good” to get American citizenship. Not to say they are illegal - although some may be - but they are just here as permanent residents or whatever. Why would you do that? Why would you not adopt your new country? (Nowadays they even grant dual citizenship, something which I have considered.) Anyway, I really hate this attitude.
Will you please email me at gingerofthenorth @ hotmail - I will get you some info.
I know three or four Australians who are affiliated with the university here, but that’s it. And those people are my friends because we have a bunch of stuff in common; i didn’t seek them out specifically for being Australian.
I know there are plenty of Aussies in the DC/Baltimore area, and there is (or at least was; not sure if it’s still there) a pub/restaurant here in Baltimore that tended to be a hangout for Aussie ex-pats.
I tend to avoid such places like the plague. Sure, there are probably a bunch of nice people there, but from previous experience in other places (Whistler, BC, Canada; Earls Court, London, England) i’m not especially enamoured of the Aussie ex-pat hangouts. They too often involve little more than excessive drinking (which i’m not really opposed to in principle, it just gets a bit old when it happens all the time) and out-of-proportion nostalgia for all things Australian.
Don’t get me wrong, i like Australia and Australians, and if some of my friends here in the US are Aussies, that’s great. But i also have a whole bunch of American friends, and i’m making my life here now. Hanging out at Aussie bars with a bunch of other Aussies talking about how we miss cricket and vegemite isn’t really my idea of a good time. And i don’t even like vegemite.
I used to live in Prague, but I moved back. So I’m an ex-expat. Or maybe a repat.
Considering the internet has all things mail-order, they shouldn’t miss it one bit. I know I wouldn’t miss it (shudder).