• Nikki Jane


For those of you that didn’t already know over 7 years ago I moved from the UK to Australia and 1 year ago I became Australian! I have had SO many questions on what the journey was like, how much it cost and all the rest of it. But recently I was asked did I manifest it. And I absolutely did. So shout woo girls! Its happening. I’m about to spill the tea on how I moved to Australia from the UK, how I manifested, what action I took and all the rest.

Its going to be a combination of how you can apply manifestation to your goals but also the literal steps and costs it took for me to make it here.

I wanted to share this journey so that people can understand what its like living in a country long term that isn’t technically your ‘home’. You might not be looking to move to Australia but maybe you’d love to live somewhere else? Let me tell you all about my experience.

The big dream

Let’s go way back to the beginning. I have always known that I didn’t want to live in the UK. For as long as I remember I knew. For a while I thought maybe it would be Spain. I can’t pinpoint exactly when I thought this or what triggered this. I just always felt compelled that I would live overseas. I was lucky enough to travel a bit as a child. Holidays around Europe, to the US. Uni trips to Costa Rica. All this did was fuel my desire to move from the UK. I wanted warm weather. I wanted an outdoor lifestyle. I wanted more.

I could have knuckled down and practised my Spanish to move there. However when I started to look around I was seeing all over Facebook photos of my friends going on these fantastic travels. To southeast Asia, then to Australia. It looked epic. I had family living in Australia too which made it even easier to dream big because I would have a base to go to when I landed if I needed it.

Something just sat right with me. I knew I had to go. Although I didn’t know it then I was already manifesting my Australian life. I was looking at picture of Australia through my friends every single day. I was lay in bed at night thinking about it. I’d done the first step I had a desire placed on my heart. I put my vision, so clearly out to the universe. I worked on my subconscious every day by looking at these photos. At this point I had been with my partner at the time for about a year when I said that I wanted to move to Australia. He was the same. He knew he wanted something more and was ready for the adventure. I spoke to some friends that had travelled and I started to look at my visa options. We could apply for skilled visas and wait, we could go to emigration fairs and expos that they have in London or we could just get there. On a working holiday visa which only lasts for 2 years once you have done your farm work. One night we were sat in my bedroom in my parent’s house at 21 years old and I bought my working holiday visa. There we had it, I took my first inspired action.

I went downstairs and said “Mum I’m moving to Australia.”

My visa was granted in a couple of days. Even though my visa was only for a year, I knew I wasn’t coming back. Even though I had never visited Australia before I was risking it all and I was going. I started selling everything I wasn’t taking with me. My car, my clothes everything. Anything that didn’t fit into my rucksack or that I wouldn’t need when I came for a visit or keepsakes went.

I believed whole heartedly that I was going to live in Australia forever.

Applying for a working holiday visa (subclass 417)

So I September 2014 I quite my 3 jobs. My working holiday visa (subclass 417) to go to Australia, which cost about £250 was granted. And I had frantically saved up the $5000AUD entry requirement (admittedly by selling my car). Once I’d saved, I packed up and flew to Australia in December 2014 with my partner at the time. The thing with a working holiday visa is that you can get a second year but that involves doing 3 months farm work. Which we will get to in a minute. We spent Christmas in the beautiful Noosa with my family. A trip that I will forever cherish as a time of happiness, excitement and hope. Its especially special given that I lost my Uncle to suicide a couple of years later.

Visa regional work

As I mentioned to get a second year working holiday visa you had to complete 3 months regional farmwork. Also known as slave labour in most instances. We decided that we wanted to get the farmwork done as soon as possible to give us more time to find sponsorship after it was done.

After Christmas, I was pretty run down and I got sick. This is usual for me around Christmas time unfortunately. So my partner on the advice of some gumtree job ads flew up to Bundaberg to get a head start in fruit picking. I’ve worked a lot of jobs in my life. To this day this was the worst I have experienced. I joined a couple of weeks later to move into the most disgusting hostel of all time which of course was bunk beds with no aircon. Which in far north Queensland really isn’t ok.

There were bed bugs. It was hot, it was sweaty and it was dirty. That was just the living conditions. I started work as a cherry tomato picker. If you got promoted you would move onto sweet potato vines. You got paid per bucket. $20 per bucket to be exact. The bucket took be about 4hrs to fill with little, tiny cherry tomatoes. Minimum wage in Australia at that time was $18. I gave it 2 weeks. I got promoted to sweet potato farming but the farmer was a perv and the work itself was killing my back. I remember that day thinking. I’m done. I cannot do 88days of this bullshit. So I looked around. I reached out to a friend that said he had come across some epic regional working hostel and that was should go and join him there.

So we packed up and off we went. I might add that I never got paid from the other farmer because if you left 14 days or sooner you didn’t get paid for the work that you had done. Yeah I know right. About a 10hr drive out west from Brisbane in the real red dirt we rocked up at this hostel. It was significantly cleaner, the hostel owner was lovely and they promised us work. The town of Cunnamulla itself was interesting. I remember distinctively walking from when an indigenous child came running up to my boyfriend- and I say child because she was a child, maybe about 12 and offered my boyfriend a blowjob for money. It was quite heartbreaking.

The next day I got told they had found me work but it was in 2 different places and it would involve me and my partner separating for the next 3 months. We decided it was worth it because we just needed to get cracking on this 88days. I had to get picked up by the fruit and veg man as he drive from Cunnamulla to Brisbane to the fresh veg market. My phone had broken- overheated in the outback lol! But regardless at 8am the next day I waited to get into the van with a strange man that I have never met drive into an area with no phone signal to get dropped off in a town that I didn’t know to do my farmwork. It was a long 3hrs in the truck with the fruit and veg man making small talk. So long that I started counting the dead kangaroos at the side of the road. But when I got to 100 quite easily I decided that I would count the burnout or punchered tyres that had been discarded at the side of the road instead. Hours. On this one dirt road. With nothing but red dirt and dead kangaroos all around.

I was dropped off at the convenience store of Bollon, a town with a population of 200 people. It was an odd little shop selling things from bread and milk to horse feed. I was told to wait there for someone called Belinda. I sat there for 40mins and I asked the shop owner if she knew who Belinda was because I’d been waiting for a while, she told me to go in and sit down and she would give Belinda a call. Belinda said she would be another half an hour. In the meantime I played with a baby kangaroo that the shop owner had rescued from its mums pouch at the side of the road. Apparently in Australia if you accidently hit a kangaroo you should always check it pouch for a joey before driving off if it dies!

Belinda picked me up and I began my farmwork. They lived on a property outside of town. It was huge. And all the cars had ‘2way’ radios to stay in contact because there is no phone signal out there. They were cow farmers with 2 children, a few horses, some working dogs and a cat.

I spent nearly 4 months on that farm I enjoyed it that much. I looked after the kids, I rode the horses. I helped with the cow mustering. I hand raised a calf abandoned by its mother. I helped administer vitamin injections to the cows. I honestly had a ball. If you had good days work the farmer would toss a couple of beers our way at the end of the day. There was another farm hand there from Estonia and he finished up about 6 weeks before I finished up so we were lucky enough for the farmer to let my partner come and work on the farm for the remanding few weeks. All in all a very positive experience and I made some friends that I am still in touch with today!

Working in Australia

Finding work on my working holiday visa wasn’t easy. I sent out applications for weeks and didn’t get so much as an interview, and the first job I ended up getting was as one of those annoying people in the street that sign you up to charities. I visited some sketchy parts of Sydney doing that job. It was through a tip off from a friend from uni and it was working in a bar in circular quay- The ship inn. The caveat to the working holiday visa by the way is that you can only work for 1 employer for a maximum of 6 months. So although I had great fun working in a pub, this wasn’t the goal. This wasn’t going to result in a visa. At the same time as I was working in a pub my partner had been successful in securing a Insurance sales role. We were ecstatics because this business had had successful sponsorships. We were going to get one. I knew it. My partner worked his ass off to show the business that he was worth sponsoring. He became top sellers, he was flown to Vegas and Hawaii as a result of his hard work. It was on. We wholeheartedly believed this was our ticket ot Australia. We spoke about it every day how it was going to happen until finally one day he was called into his bosses office and offered sponsorship. There was some serious celebrating done that night.

Until the sponsorship is granted I was still stuck with the 6 month work limit and I was having no luck securing a permanent role as companies didn’t want to take the risk. So instead I changed tact. I looked for 6month roles with the intent of working my ass off and securing a longer contract once our visa was granted and my working rights changed. I knew that I would be successful if I went for 6 month contract. I had 2 degrees, years of customer service experience because I got a job straight away at 16. I really made progress here. I got multiple job offers. Until I finally accepted one following a gruelling interview process. That’s the company I work for still today, 6 years later.

I did exactly what I said. I had firm belief in the universe that I could be kept on if I showed how employable I was. I believed the visa would get granted soon. I had the belief and once again I took the inspired action.

Applying for the Temporary Residency Visa (457)

Let me preface this with the fact that this Visa has changed now. At the time it gave you a 4 year visa when sponsored in a job on “the list”. After you’ve done 2 years on the 457 and been in Australia for 4 years you could apply for Permanent residency.

We landed in Sydney ready to start our new lives. We paid the $500 to get our second year 417 and began the hunt for jobs on the list.

As I mentioned my partner at the time got a job that offered sponsorship. This in itself was a process to get his visa. He had to show his maths degree, all the additional insurance qualifications he had completed then we had to prove our relationship. The phots, the plane tickets, the essays. It was a lot of work and a lot of money.

The 3 years, between applying for temporary residency and getting granted permanent residency where challenging. Your visa is linked to an employer, you cant change roles, you can’t go anywhere else. For me it was easier because I had the luxury of moving roles whereas my partner had to stay in his. The stress of sales, the feeling stagnant because you can’t progress in your role, the uncertainty during royal commission when smaller businesses where being shut down due to having to pay large fines. It wasn’t easy. But I always believed we would get there. We would get the permanent residency.

Permanent residency

It was during this time that I found journaling, mindset training and manifestation. I actually found it all through Instagram and preparing for a fitness competition. It was a practice that my coach swore by. I could see why. I could see the power behind it and I could understand the science. I practiced it every day. I actually flicked back through my journal from back then when I was preparing for this podcast to remind myself of my thoughts back then. I wrote in my journal on 12th December 2018 and said.

“Permanent residency is so close. I can feel it. It’s going to come before Christmas and it will be when Phil and harry are here too. So we can celebrate together. Of course they will make sure they are around to split my $400 bottle of wine that I’ve been saving”

17th December I wrote “the visa still hasn’t been granted and tomorrow is that last day before they shut for Christmas. So that mean’s its coming tomorrow. We are withing the time frame. Its being reviewed. Its coming tomorrow.”

That next day on 18th December the lawyer called us. They said that they had realised that some of the signed copies of our police certificates where in black and white and they needed to be in colour. We searched the house for them. They were nowhere to eb found. They must be at my partners office. We were on annual leave so we drove to the office to search through all of the paper work. We found ALL of the police certificates for Aus and the UK except the one that had accidentally been sent in black and white. I felt so deflated. It was the UK one which meant we would have to pay and send off for a new one. We left the office for a day in the blue mountains. We had a fun day adventuring in waterfalls, it helped to take our mind off the possibility that our visa was unlikely to be approved today before Christmas.

They say with manifesting that you can have little doubts but your overall belief that it will happen MUST be stronger. We had that belief. And the distracting day didn’t give us time to think about the possibility of it not being granted.

We were in the car on the 2hr drive back home when we started talking about the visa situation again and what we were going to do. At that point we got caught on the highway in a hailstorm. The hail was bigger than golf balls. Bashing the car. Like nothing I have ever seen. Once again our mind was completely taken off the visa.

We got home. Deflated about the car needing to be repaired. About the stupid black and white police certificate. My brother says, I think we need a drink. I have a feeling something good is going to happen. My brother had been saving a bottle of whiskey for years. It was really expensive. It was unopened. And as he had just finished uni its value was even more that it would have been to a working person. He had been saving it for something good. I tried to talk him out of it. I was like “no you’ve been saving this for years. Don’t be silly.” But he was determined that he had been saving for something good and it was something good.

He poured the drinks. We hadn’t even had a sip of it when the dog jumped at something and knocked the drinks off the table. My brother looked like he was going to cry. But we laughed about it and poured again. It was 8pm. The phone started ringing. It was the lawyer. Our permanent residency was granted.

For me I feel like this was such a strong example of manifesting something. I had the belief, I reinforced it with vision boards, journaling. Then I took the action in line with that manifestation. When hurdles came up I didnt get the chance to over think and unravel the belief work that I had done.

The final step

The final part of the process is becoming an Australian. An actual Australian with a passport and everything. A citizen. From memory I think you needed 4 years living in Australia and 1 years of permanent residency to apply. You bet the day I was able to submit my application I did it. We became permanent residents on 18th December 2018 and I applied for my citizenship January 2020.

Sadly my partner and I broke up after the first covid lockdown in September 2020. We remained friends and shared the custody of our dog for nearly a year after. We still were able to do our citizenship ceremony together when the time came.

But the next step is the citizenship test. You get approximately 5 weeks notice of your test date. You have to do a bit of study and prepare to go in for your interview and test. I got my test date. I read the book over and over. I listened to the podcast I completed every single online test I could find to practice. I journaled daily about how I would get 100%. The morning of my test I put on a hairband with Australian flags on while I drank my coffee. I sat in the feeling of getting 100% on my test. It was happening.

I don’t need to tell you that I went and did my test that day an got my 100%. All I had to do was wait for the ceremony which would be within 6months. The amazing thing was that I got to do it with my ex-partner and my 2 best friends as we had all been on the journey together and lived in the same council area so got to do the ceremony together.

Here’s my citizenship timeline:

December 2014- Landed in Australia on 417 $500pp

January- April 2015 completed farm work

April 2015- Applied for 2nd year working holiday visa. $500pp

October 2015- Applied for the 457 $6000 for main applicant and partner (including lawyer fees- we had to use the companies lawyer)

January 2016- 457 Granted

January 2018- Applied for permanent residency approx. $10,000 for main applicant and partner

December 2018- Perm residency granted

January 2020- Applied for citizenship $500pp

December 2020- Sat citizenship test

May 2021- Completed citizenship ceremony and became Australian

June 2021- Australian passport applied for $400

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