My dream that I will never follow up is to live in England or Europe; maybe a Cornish village near the sea, maybe in Brighton, maybe in a Portuguese village or maybe in Vienna or Cologne or Budapest. I had the right before Brexit, even as a multi generation Australian. Let me explain.
R has always maintained his British passport. If he allowed it to expire, as an Australian citizen, he would have no right to live England. He has always kept his options open. I remember his British Passport. I was sturdy and strong cardboard, dark blue, with gold embossed writing. When he renewed the last time, it was much more difficult than conducting the process via the High Commission in Canberra as before. He had to send his old passport and his Australian passport to London, and received in return a Euro passport, a rather cheaper and nastier version of his British passport.
R's Euro passport gives him quick access without queuing in England and Europe but after he used it to travel from Newcastle to Amsterdam, he concluded there was no point, as once quickly through immigration, he had to wait for me with my Australian passport who was in the 'Others' queue. English Immigration has queried him why he does not use it when he last travelled on an Australian passport. He has to point to me and say he is travelling with an Australian friend, and then immigration becomes suspicious.
With me being his partner, we could have lived anywhere in England or an EU country. I don't know what will happen about Euro passports post Brexit, but Ireland remains in the EU and in the fine detail of Irish legislation, if you have an Irish parent of grandparent you can take up an Irish identity and have an EU passport and guess what!!!! One of R's grandmothers was Irish.
So I can dream on about us living in an old cottage in St Ives in Cornwall, or maybe a gorgeous old apartment in Vienna,