The family commune. It elicits an image of either vegetarian, naked, hippies growing hemp and smoking up all day, or amish farm-like family duties.
But let’s talk for reals. Who wouldn’t want to live in a big house or in several big house surrounded by friends or family, all having assigned duties / errands, getting together for family dinners? Being that close in proximity has its pros and cons, surely, but after a weekend at the beach with 9 of my closest friends, I am reminded of that summer camp / college feeling of living together, working together, eating together, planning together that forms life-long bonds and memories.
In this day and age, I would never suggest an actual stereotypical commune, but one where a group of friends / families live in several houses on the same large property, pool resources for certain things, like a joint garden, pool, family room with giant flatscreen, pool table, etc…. sounds like a blast. Dogs and kids running around. Some of us heading off to work all day, some staying home with kids.
I think it sounds winning. The fundamental problem with this plan: getting everyone onboard with the same ideas / goals / contributions. My group of friends and family are all way too different and independent and would not want to be tethered to the whims of so many others.
But for one weekend a year, in Avalon, NJ, beaching by day, family cooking, wine, and ice cream by night, I can imagine how magical, happy, and comforting my life would be in the constant presence of so many loved ones.
I love them all. But I am also glad to be home and having some down time.