I’m Susanna. I’m 30 years and 7 months old. When I grow up, I want to work in an office with lots of nice people.
I am married to a pretty boy who adores me, annoys the shit out of me and whom I love with all of my being. He lets me be the weirdo I am without judging me and encourages my every stupid whim (he really needs to stop that).
Despite my constant whinging, we still don’t have a pug, and I’m not even close to being ready to have kids (sorry parents, no grandkids for you just yet!). We live in a rental flat in one of the most expensive cities in the UK, and we’d rather take holidays & buy stupid shit than save up for a house. We’re irresponsible like that.
I have a daytime job; a pretty darn good one at that. I’m constantly afraid that one day the bubble will burst and I will (yet again) be made redundant, forced to go out on the mean streets of Scotland to find a new job. I might consider a career as a professional dieter.
I have three coping mechanisms in life; sarcasm, shopping and eating. All of which have become a problem. I own a hundred pairs of shoes, spend hours coming up with sarcastic comebacks to nonexistent agruments and spend way too much money on makeup.
I am a Finn, living in the UK for the 13th year. I’ve embraced the culture, yet I will never be fully British (just ask anyone from BNP!). I will forever choose coffee over tea, and I will always love ‘salmiakki’ as a sweet treat.
Here, in my little corner of the internet, I try to build a little nest just for me; someplace where I will always belong.