09/16/2026
There are moments in a restoration when it feels as though you’re standing in two centuries at once.
Looking through this room, I feel like we’re looking at both the past and the future of Hope Farm. The old windows, the marble, the dark wood, the things that have survived generations, all beginning to settle back into conversation with one another. And through the mirror, a glimpse of the rooms beyond, becoming a home again.
For three years, we’ve spent so much time looking backward, searching for evidence of what was here, studying what remained, and trying to understand the people who shaped this place before us.
But lately, something has changed.
We’re beginning to look forward.
The restoration is slowly giving way to living. Empty rooms are becoming rooms with purpose again. Furniture is returning. Art is going on the walls. Objects are finding their places. And for the first time, I can look through Hope Farm and see something beyond the house we were trying to save.
I can see the home we’re about to live in.
The past is still everywhere.
But now, finally, so is the future.
