I love having a house that hums with activity, that there are voices and music, that there are big dinners and sometimes snacks. I love it when a bunch of us sit on the stairs and talk (why, when we have perfectly good couches?!), or when we sit in the floor in the kitchen, all playing with the cats and talking. I love all the goodbyes in the morning as people go off to work (usually, it's me saying goodbye these days) and I love the happy greetings as people come home.
I also very much like that we each have our own little private spots, each have our own room. Closing the door means wanting a little alone time and I tend to interrupt a closed door infrequently. Open doors mean we're still part of the family, just hanging out in this little bubble.
Relationships outside of this close intimacy have, in the past, seemed odd. I haven't minded going out but after a while, I no longer want to keep my two times exclusive, I want to bring the new person inside and have everybody meet and know everybody. It's important that everybody gets along, or better. I want to live in a house filled with happy heartbeats.