Oops, didn't mean to say that all those banded together houses should only have one or two occupants. My own ideal is that most of the houses would be full and work as small community families within a larger neighborhood community. About two years ago, when my children and I shared a two bedroom house with my friend and her children, I really learned to appreciate roles. This next example is going to sound like I mean traditional gender roles, but what I really mean is that some people have certain strengths or tendencies and working with those tendencies... works! My friend and I were doing pretty well keeping the house up ourselves, but then we got a washer and
dryer. Things we just were not equipped to deal with ourselves. So we got our kids' dads to bring them in for us and I tell you what, I realized right then that as happy as we were, our lives would be even more complete with someone who's strengths were actual strength. We're not weak. I love manual labor myself. Still, lots of things, like moving heavy washing machines, would be a lot easier for someone who is not me. Realizing this made me recognize and appreciate all the things that I could contribute to a living situation as well. That was great because then I could focus on getting very good at those things. I had a set of roles I could fill and that made me feel confident and eager to help even more.
As far as Optimum household size, I think there should be a limit on the size of the house itself! Once you get too large, the bedrooms might start to feel more like hotel rooms without quite the same bonded feeling that naturally leads into all those other great benefits of shared living, such as common goals and abundant dinners. Case in point, the friend I used to stay with now lives in a two story building that pretty much looks like a house on the inside. With a communal kitchen/living room on each floor, five bathrooms and right around twenty people, maybe even one or two more; most of the time it feels empty. The people there seem to feel all the tension of living with other people and yet rarely pursue the opportunities that come with that. In my own opinion that is caused by two major factors. One is that there is a dearth of children; their presence is discouraged. The second is that everyone has their own rooms laid out in narrow hallways. Therefore they are "free" to remain isolated from the rest of the people in the house, coming out only to make quick meals and sneak away with their dishes left in the sink for some of the more domestically minded lodgers to grow resentful over. Why would they grow resentful when I, who avoid dishes like the plague, would gladly wash everything in the sink after a dinner party when my friend and I lived together? Well, because I felt like I was part of a small family community and was glad to do my part. Unfortunately, the people who live in this large house don't seem to get a whole lot of that. I mean, they are all nice people, but the bond isn't there and all I can pin it on is the preserved isolation.
On that note, I like Paul's idea of the 20 person household because mine is similar. The largest household size I have lived in was 18. The most cramped was when my brother's electricity went out and he brought his wife and seven children to stay in my
tiny two bedroom student housing apartment. That was the same week my sister decided to show up for a visit with her boyfriend and son. Did I mention I have two kids? I wouldn't reccomend that, though it was tolerable right up until about the fifth day and might have remained tolerable a little longer if there had been any sort of intention to the whole situation.
So far I think the most perfect size combo of house and people was 16-18 in my mom's five bedroom house, plus the conversion of the large laundry room for kidspace. 20 might be possible, but I can't say if it would be optimal because I've never tried it and at 18 it felt like we were at just the right level. There were also a few key points that made it a lot easier to have that many people in the house. First of all, it was Summer during these large influxes of family. That makes a difference here in Montana. There were plenty of times that the house was empty
enough to sit down in the living room and read or just feel peaceful. Yes, that alone time is important, especially when you have to interact with people all day, even people you love. Also, if you felt like getting out of the house, there was always some yardwork or play to take up your time. People were inspired to start projects that added happiness for everyone; the firepit for cooking outside (another upshot of summer), fences around certain patches of "garden", and the like. It would be a lot more difficult (though not impossible) to sustain that many people through the bitter 30 below days of winter, when outside work can be sincerely dangerous to life and limb. Perhaps if everyone had lots of stuff to keep them busy.
Point two is there was that full range of ages and familial relationships that was mentioned here and in Paul's original post. My adult siblings and their boyfriends or girlfriends were visiting with babies and young children, my sister and I were the adolescents, and my parents were the older people. This made it a heck of a lot easier, not necessarily to "get along", but to hold onto a connection after serious disagreements. I suppose you don't have to be blood related to everyone you live with, but you do need to be able to maintain a sense of mutual dependence and support, and even a sort of love.
Other than that, the whole arrangement could have been just a little more organized, but I don't think it would necessarily require rules so much as roles. As long as everyone has a common goal, let's say providing as much happiness as possible for all members of the household, then I think everyone will feel a greater sense of responsibility because they feel a greater sense of support. In that environment it's a lot easier to decide to clean the toilet or wash the dishes without anyone having to tell you. It can even make those tasks enjoyable. At least, this is the conclusion I've come to after my variety of experiences.