We bought our first apartment 11 years ago.    We did more than just grow our relationship here, we grew our first heirloom tomato on THIS roof deck.  It was the place of our dreams and the start of Beekman Farm.

But dreams change over time, and now the dream we’re working toward includes both of us living on the farm and working together to make Beekman 1802 a success.

Paying down the mortgage on the farm will give us the flexibility we need to take the next step.  Selling our first apartment together means selling the past to finance the future.

The farm may be full of wide open spaces, but life in the city (at least on our budget) was about maximizing space and light.

We made some thoughtful design decisions when creating this space, take a tour with us:



Tell us your favorite memory of your first place in the comments section below

by Josh and Brent

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You've touched my Heart, given me clhils.That Golden pond, forever frozen young child's laughter Who records Mary's musings & memories? Lovely prose You let us visit with the little child and who usually channels Mary?I'll be following Mary's stories & questions Must go & schmutshka my Leo now. (hugs & cuddles & kisses my grandmother's lost Yiddish)


My first place was in a way a family heirloom. The home was (I was told) built by my great-great grandfather. I have not been able to verifty that but I do know they lived in this particular home since the 1870's after coming here from Germany. From that date until we moved out in 1987 there had always been a Nabakowski member living in that home.Right now my husbands niece lives there so in a way I consider it still in the family. We lived in this home from 1969 to 1987. So many memories, this is where our two boys grew up. Living on a corner lot was very interesting in that ie: kids picking all my daffodils on the way home from school to give to their Mom. The basement made from sandstone and log beams. The names written on the walls in the basement of the men who worked on the home whenever an addition was added. A room in the basement that looked like a casket was in there so in all the years living in that home I never ventured inside. It became know in the schools that the Koba-nelson's had a casket in the basement and the house was haunted. Could be, haunted that is.I loved that old house, the columns separating the living/dining rooms. The huge cast iron sink in the kitchen as well as the claw foot tub.The fact that our boys in the winter had to wear jackets in their bedrooms while doing homework to keep warm. No heat upstairs and there were many times they could see their breath.

The front porch complete with a porch swing. To this day I love a home with a porch & swing, to me a home is not a home unless it has a porch.The ceilings in the living/dining rooms were a bit low since an upstairs had been added. That being the case we always got a 'charlie brown' tree at Christmas. People were always amazed at how such an ugly tree turned out so beautiful. One tradition at Christmas we did for a few years, that was that Santa always brought the tree as well as the gifts, which were never wrapped but always put together and ready to go. I remember our boys coming down at Christmas and were always so excited not to see their gifts but 'their tree!! Santa brought a tree!! Of course it was complete with a pickle. My pickle ornament has been in my family for over, ahem, 65 years. It's not as pretty as the ones you can get now but it means more to me than any new one on the market. Oh, I could go on and on. We now live in the country on 3 acres. Not nearly as big as the Beekman Farm but big enough for us, and at times too big for us.We've been here now for 20 years and hoping to stay for the rest of our years because here we've planted spruce trees whenever a grandchild was born. They have made markers with their names and birthdates and placed them under their respective tree. Would be hard to leave my special trees. Thanks for the memories, Suzanne Nabakowski Koba

teri tighe

I always love your minimalistic approach and design ideas for your living spaces but I often wonder where you keep all your "stuff". I always feel like we human beings always have stuff (papers, books, paraphanalia, etc.) to deal with.

LOVE the roof deck, especially with all the greenery. Very comfy and homey feel to it.

Becki-Jo Lanning fro

What a beautiful place you have in New York. Thanks for sharing your journey with us all! It is hard to let go but what you have created at the farm is just as fabulous as the life you breathed into this apartment. Many blessings to you both!

Linda Schnell-Leonar

My first place was a nice little split level in Colorado Springs, that my first husband and I bought as soon as we got married ( we used the wedding gift money as our down payment ). Our son was born there, and although we only lived there for two years, we, well, my ex, still owns the house. Being a military family, we traveled around the country, and around the globe, but holding on to that little house in Colorado gave me comfort. ?? If something ever happened to my soldier husband, I knew that I could afford to go back to the Springs, and be able to afford to keep the house, and raise my children there. As time went on, we had three more children, and eventually moved to Cherry Hill NJ, where the children were basically raised. At that point we had moved 9 times in 11 years. Cherry Hill has been home now for 22 years. My home has a nice yard were I plant my Beekman inspired garden, room for the dogs to run around, and a nice glider, where my partner, Gary and I sit and relax. Mind you, it might not be fancy, or very big, but to us, it is home…. oh, I guess it helps if the children are all grown and out too… 🙂