The Long Road to British Citizenship

I never intended to become British — not when I flew out of Australia towards the UK and not when I landed in this lush green country. Not even when I was granted a resident visa.

I arrived in the UK with a two-year working-holiday visa back in 2004. I was lucky — I was ‘old’ to be travelling. A change to visa policy that year increased the age group able to apply for a working-holiday stint in Britain. So, at the grand old age of 28, I was able to apply for the opportunity to visit a country I had spent much of my childhood romanticising about. Most of my…