There’s a certain kind of look people give you when they hear you live alone and like it.
It’s not always judgement. Sometimes it’s curiosity. Sometimes it’s pity, sometimes naked, often thinly disguised. But almost always, it comes with an assumption: that this, whatever it is, must be temporary. That you’re just taking some time for yourself before you return to “normal.” That eventually, you’ll get tired of the silence. That eventually, you’ll want more.
More people. More connection. More something.
Here’s what I’ve come to realise:
This isn’t a phase. This is my life—right now. Not a prelude to anything. Not a holding pattern. Not a waiting room.
Just… life. And it’s good.

I Didn’t Fall Into This By Accident
I didn’t wake up one day and suddenly find myself living alone. I made choices. I said yes to certain things and no to others. I prioritised autonomy over entanglement. I built a life that fits me, not one that fits a template.
Also: I don’t claim this is how things will always be.
People change. Needs change. Circumstances shift. I’m open to the possibility that someday I might want something different.
At the same time, I’m not looking to change. Simply open to the prospect.
That doesn’t make this phase less real or less valuable.
We do ourselves a disservice when we treat every solo life as a transitional one. When we suggest that solitude is only meaningful if it’s leading somewhere else.
Sometimes, solitude is the destination. Or at least, the right stop for now.
The Pressure to Evolve Into Something Else
There’s a kind of self-help narrative that tells us we should always be striving, always improving, always moving forward into the next version of ourselves. And in that worldview, choosing to stay still—or choosing something quieter, smaller, simpler—can feel like rebellion.
But rebellion isn’t the goal here.
Presence is.
I’m not living alone to prove a point. I’m living alone because it’s what fits me right now, because it allows me to be more myself. Because I like the rhythm of my days. Because my space feels good this way.
There’s nothing unfinished about that.
It’s a Choice, Not a Life Sentence
Saying “this is not a phase” doesn’t mean “this is forever.”
It’s also not entirely true. EVERYTHING is a phase. Nothing is permanent. I had a childhood phase, a university phase, a young professional phase, an engaged phase and a marriage phase. Now I’m having a solitary phase.
It simply means I’m not treating this as a problem to be solved. Some phases are transitional – engagement, for example. Others, such as marriage, are intended to be indefinite and ongoing—but that doesn’t always work out.
I’m not measuring this moment against a hypothetical future.
I’m not living my life like it’s just the trailer for a movie that hasn’t started yet.
Maybe someday I’ll make room for someone else in this space. Maybe not.
If I do, it won’t be because I finally “grew out of” living alone.
It’ll be because my life shifted, and I chose something new from a place of fullness—not from lack.
Why? Because I don’t lack. I live a full life, on my own terms, and while I enjoy company and companionship, I’m not dependant upon it.
You don’t have to defend your solitude. You don’t have to treat it like a stopgap. You don’t have to soften the edges for the people who can’t imagine being content in your position.
This is not a phase.
This is not a mistake.
This is a life—a good one, and it’s yours.
It’s what YOU choose to make of it.