09/26/2026
11 YEARS OF MESTA MANSION 🏚️ → 🏛️
Eleven years ago, I did something that was either very brave or very foolish.
I bought Mesta Mansion.
At the time, I knew she needed work.
I did not know she would need eleven years of my life.
I did not know how many walls I would open, how many ceilings I would repair, how many pieces of old wood I would save because surely I could use that somewhere. I did not know how much plaster, paint, drywall, wiring, research, frustration, laughter, exhaustion, and sheer stubbornness could fit inside one old house.
And I certainly did not know that, eleven years later, I would still be here.
But so is she.
There have been moments when saving Mesta Mansion seemed entirely possible.
There have been other moments when I have stood in the middle of a half-finished room and wondered what on earth I had done.
Some rooms are now close to finished. Others still have exposed framing and walls waiting to be closed. There are beautiful rooms, ridiculous rooms, mysterious corners, unfinished projects, discoveries, setbacks, and enough work remaining to keep me occupied for a very long time.
But compare the house of eleven years ago with the house today.
She survived.
That matters to me.
Old houses disappear quietly. A roof begins to fail. Water gets in. Windows break. A building sits vacant. Eventually someone decides it would be easier to tear it down than save it.
Mesta came frighteningly close to becoming one of those houses.
Instead, for eleven years, we have been putting her back together piece by piece.
Lately something rather wonderful has happened.
You found her.
Thousands of people who never knew this house existed are now following her rooms, her history, her strange stories, her restoration, and occasionally my questionable decisions.
You comment. You share old memories. You identify things I could never identify myself. You tell me stories about Homestead and West Homestead. You argue over what color a ballroom ought to be. You ask to see the next room.
Every time you share one of these posts, another person discovers that this extraordinary old house is still standing.
So on Mesta Mansion’s 11th anniversary, I have a favor to ask.
If you have been enjoying this journey, share this post.
Let’s see how many people we can introduce to Mesta Mansion for her anniversary.
If you have been here awhile, tell me in the comments:
When did you first discover Mesta Mansion, and which room, story, or restoration project made you decide to stay?
Eleven years ago, I bought an old house. I think somewhere along the way, I became part of its story too.
Here is to Year Twelve. 🏛️
Perhaps Facebook really can help save an 1880s mansion.