Welcome to 🌱 Farm in Broome 🌱

Hey, growers! It's me, Steven. I want to begin our first newsletter by thanking you for being part of my new journey and for sharing my story. Many people have asked me what inspired me to open a farm, so here's how it all started.

It was June 7th when the email landed in my inbox. The subject line read, “Pure Springs Farm Liquidation Event.” It was from New York Land and Lakes— a company that Xiang, my late husband, and I had followed for years.

Back when he was still here, we would daydream about a place away from the city, somewhere to breathe, to create, to grow old together. We had a vision: a container home, clean and modern, nestled on a large piece of land with water running through it, surrounded by beauty and a sense of community. We didn’t know when it would happen, but we believed it would one day.

Reading that email, something shifted. It felt like a door opened just enough for the light to spill in. I could see a new path, and more importantly, I could feel it. You have to find the seed before you can plant it, and I knew instantly that the land was the seed.

That’s when I met with Tammy from New York Land and Lakes, and from the first conversation, I felt I had someone in my corner. We spent several days reviewing the lots, walking through the process, and deciding which one felt right for me. This wasn’t a typical property listing. You had to schedule a time, meet with a land consultant, and be fully present to have a chance to step onto something that could change your life.

I was initially scheduled for a 1 PM slot, but after some heartfelt convincing, Tammy moved me to the very first appointment at 9 AM. I drove up that morning with my mom, my sister-in-law, and my nephew, all packed into the car and buzzing with anticipation.

When we arrived, we met Alan from NYLL, who drove us in his truck toward the land. My heart was pounding. This wasn’t just land—this was the dream Xiang and I once built together. This was our list. This was the land.

As we got closer to the lot, Alan turned to me in the front seat and asked, “Are you sure about this?” Without a pause, I said, “Yes.”

The moment we crossed the lot line, he radioed back to headquarters to pull it off the market. Tears streamed down my face as the tires hit the gravel. That was it—the moment Farm in Broome was born.

A dream once shared, now reborn in a new way—a space to remember, to restore, to reimagine life with all its mess and beauty.

This land is the seed, and now it is time to help it grow. It is not just a place to build a life; it's a place to honor Xiang. He opened the door. He is still guiding the way. And I feel him — along with all the loved ones I have lost — around me every step of the way. In the breeze through the trees, in the warmth of the sun, in the stillness that brings clarity and courage.

So after years of producing events that brought people together in New York City, I'm setting my sights on something slower, wilder, and more rooted. I'm trading stages and sound checks for soil and seasons, imagining a space where people could come not just to work the land, but to rest, process, celebrate, and reconnect with themselves, each other, and the earth.

Farm in Broome will be an evolving space for healing and joy, for reflection and celebration. We’re growing vegetables, sure. But we’re also growing ideas. Relationships. Traditions. Maybe even throwing a few dance parties under the stars.

Whether you’re a neighbor, a curious visitor, or just here for the vibes, welcome to Farm in Broome. We’re figuring it out one row, one chicken, and one beautifully imperfect carrot at a time. It's just the beginning, but stick around and see this space turn into a magical escape.

- Steven

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Here’s where Farm in Broome is right now.

Rooted in progress, not perfection.

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More exciting news to come next month!

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