I live in a building with four long term friends. One has cancer, and we banded together to help with cleaning of his apt, dinners and I massage him once a week for free. I'm having a minor proceedure next week and will be bed ridden for 3/4 days and was really nervous about it cause I can't ask anyone for help. I'm like that. I was *told* today that they would be popping in once a day when my flat mate was at work to just check in. And to text if I needed something from the store, or help to the loo on the first day.
We all have our own places, but all in the same building. Id love that until I died. Id love my mom to move into the building so I could easily look in on her or watch a film with her.
My dream is to win the lottery so I can by an apartment block of 15 apartments, merge two into a social dinner party /movie room and have communal gardening space out back. And in exchange for the dirt cheap rent (no profit, just cover the taxes, legal fees, upkeep costs), the promise is to donate x hours a week to the community of the building.
But then, I'm a die hard socialist
and love that kind of stuff.