My cleaning lady, Gloria, without whom my life would surely collapse, tells me that she prays for me every Sunday at church. She prays that I will find a husband and he’ll move in and we will have at least two children.
This horrifies me. I could think of nothing worse. I always tell her that she shouldn’t waste her prayers and should rather pray for people who actually need it, like the starving children, warring factions or the Springbok Rugby Team.
I like living alone.
And so it was kind of a relief to be reminded that I’m not the only one. In the last two decades the number of people living alone has sky-rocketed on a global scale.
If you like a number, here you go:
They say 277 million people lived alone in 2011, compared to 153 million in 1996. That’s an increase of around 80%. That’s a lot of dinner’s for one.
This month’s issue of Women’s Health Magazine have done a nice, big chunky piece on it.
|it’s this one, with Lira on the cover
I found it really fascinating. Five South African women who choose to live alone talk about why they do it, what it’s like, and what the pros and the cons are.
I think it’s worth the read, and I’m not just saying that because I’m one of the five women they interviewed.
That’s me on the bottom left, in my study, looking serious, thoughtful, contemplative and if I’m honest, maybe a little sad. Which would have been fine if it wasn’t an article about living on your own.
I’m really not sad about living on my own, I swear. There were other pictures where I was laughing, smiling and doing handstands, but they could only choose one, and they chose this one. Hey, it could have been worse, I could have had a booger in my nose.
I loved working on it with the Women’s Health Mag team, it made me really think about the way I choose to live, and re-evaluate what that means to me, and I am so honoured to be in the lovely, smiling company of the other four astonishing women in the piece.
See, even when we’re alone, we’re not entirely alone.
If you read the magazine, I’d love to know what you think. If you don’t live alone, do you ever wish you did? And if you do, why you do it, and what do you love/hate/laugh about it? The comments section below awaits your opinion.