Chasing a Slice.

You might think you’ve had good pizza, but unless you’ve been to Pizzeria Beddia in the Fishtown district of Philly, you’re way off. Yesterday Elizabeth and Natalie and I hopped in the car in pursuit of America’s best named by Bon Appetit mag back in 2015. Little did I know I would also find the Instagram location of my dreams and enough murals to last me a lifetime.

A little background before we get into it: Pizzeria Beddia is only open 4 days a week from 5:30-10:30pm. The little hole in the wall has no sign; you’d totally walk right past it if you weren’t searching. They make only 40 pies a night, each cooked one at a time with love by the pizza guru himself, Joe Beddia. For more info, read the Bon Appetit article. It’ll make you drool, I promise.
P.S. We waited in line for two and a half hours and it was beyond worth it. 

We also made a stop at the Magic Gardens. This empty-lot-turned-mosic-wonderland currently occupies 80% of my camera roll and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Created by Isaiah Zagar, themes from his life, such as Latin-American culture and… nudity, run through the multi-leveled oasis like a journal. Be sure to ask about the history as you snap millions of pictures. 

Here’s my photo diary of the best way to celebrate Summer in the cheesesteak city.

Cheers to photo shoots and perfect pies. 

Pizzeria Beddia Cook Books

Let’s just say I went to bed with a food baby and the best memories. 


Stuck in my head: Run // COIN
Snap it: Philadelphia Magic Gardens

Homestretch.

As the weather gets warmer and the lectures get more boring, it’s definitely evident that spring fever is a thing. And by “a thing” I mean more infectious than the Zika virus. Suddenly even the smallest homework assignments feel like pushing boulders uphill with your bff Prometheus at your side. Aka, so not fun. Aka, a total struggle. 

I’ve never been one to procrastinate but recently everything and anything is better than sitting in a study room with a textbook and practice problems. I’ve recently started running again because even the pain and punishment of the miles ahead beat business statistics. And the hardest part of the whole situation is that we’re barely even, what I would call, close to the end of the semester. 4-5 weeks. You could order like ten thousand things on Amazon in that time. 

While most of me is so done with freshman year, leaving school is a confusing feeling. My routine as I know it will be completely flipped upside down and I’ll be trading hours at Stamp Student Union for hours in the sand. Outdoor dining and sunscreen, here I come. But saying goodbye to my partners in crime in CP will definitely be harder than imagined. If only Jenkintown, Columbia, Greece, and Bethesda were steps apart instead of miles. Honestly, they’re not far (except Greece), but they’re not the room next door. I guess it’ll just be a test of my communication skills. Which we all know are a 7/10 on a good day, and nonexistant on a busy day. Summer goal: soak up the sun and return a text. 

Okay, enough fantasizing about what *will* be and time to get to business. Finals might be weeks away, but it’s never to early to start complaining about them. Welcome to the best years of your life, they said. College so much fun, they said. I think they forgot about the weeks leading up to Summer.

My motivation is officially dead. RIP. Pay your respects in the form of avocados, please. 


Stuck in my Head: Way It Goes // Hippo Campus
Snap it: College Park, MD

The Age Dilemma.

While my mom may still write some of my important emails, there’s nothing I love more than getting dressed up & hopping on the metro to intern. Cava is an absolute dream to me- great people, great projects, great (free) food. And I’m so excited to see what next semester of hummus and harissa will bring.

But see, there’s this other phenomenon that has been swirling around my head for a couple months now… the summer intership. Somehow, even as a freshman, the pressure to find the next big resume builder is always lingering in the shadows. Call it a craving for success or a flaw in the whole college thing. You decide.

Now, for me, I think internships are different. I’ve only ever worked in positions I loved (I mean, hello, who doesn’t want to monitor Instagram and Pinterest all day), and because of it I think I have a strange perception of working where everyone loves their job more than their children and finding your ~dream~ job is just a matter of working hard enough to get it. 

Here’s a little context- if you know me, you know I am extremely ambitous. Some would call it overzealous. I call it determined. I’ve known the path I want to follow (career wise) for a while, which has led me to connect other passions to the same purpose. During my not-so-brief Taylor Swift stalker days I researched where her marketing team was HQed so I knew where I would have to move after college (side note: the internet seems to think she’s her own marketing genius, but there’s obviously a team behind her…I mean really… come on, Google). From there my love for food, fashion, and fitness have sparked interests in other companies, most of which don’t necessarily need an 18 year old running around their office in a over-the-knee boots and retro Ray Bans. 

But here’s the thing, I love to work. I find putting fingers to keyboard and putting together work I’m proud of the most satisfying part of a day. Sure getting As is great, I mean I’m the spokesperson for them, I love them more than a perfectly poached egg, I feel as though I could potentially die without them, but completing a task in *the real world* gives me the triumph of feeling one step closer to a DC apartment and an inbox full of emails. & I don’t work to finish, most every project I do I aim to exceed expectations. You want the names of 10 local businesses, I’ll give you 20. You want the project by Friday, I’ll have it on your desk in an hour. I’m not your average college student. I work to kill & I still get 9 hours of sleep a night. 

So, now on to my frustration with the whole work world. With an attitude like mine, it’s still impossible to be a candidate on paper when you’re this young. A couple work experiences, one semester of college, zero business school classes. I mean come on, I might as well just sleep my way through summer.

But hey, that’s never been my style. So I guess I’ll just try twice as hard, work twice as fast, and write twice as many cover letters. Yeah, that’s more like it.

I mean, it’s Summer, who needs the ocean when you can have an office. 


Stuck in my head: Shape of You // Ed Sheeran
Snap it: Adams Morgan

I have some internship leads. I’m working on it. Surprised? You shouldn’t be.