For many, a cup of hot chocolate conjures childhood memories of warming up during a snow day. Even now, when I was trapped in my apartment last week because of the snow and forced to *gasp* study for an upcoming exam, hot chocolate brought the same sort of comfort. However, as much as I loved Swiss Miss and mini-marshmallows, my palate has matured a bit – I wanted something a little more grown up.
After a fruitless search for matcha cafes to grab a quick sip before dinner, my cousin, brother, and I stumbled upon Hanamizuki Cafe. The venue itself is beautifully decorated; distressed furniture, menus on chalkboards, murals and wall art interspersed with greenery and succulents all made for a wonderful atmosphere. The restaurant is on the smaller side with regard to seating, with tables that sit only 2-4 at a time. However, there are high-top chairs with bar seating on the side of the cafe.
Happy National Women Physician Day! Today marks the birthday of Elizabeth Blackwell, the United States’ first woman physician. In 1849, Blackwell was accepted into medical school as a joke. While we have made great strides since then, the fight for equality still goes on. Read further to learn more about an amazing physician-to-be, my friend Tammarah.
Had brunch at The Dandelion Pub yesterday and it was fantastic! A member of the Stephen Starr restaurants (which includes on of my favorites, Talula’s Garden) is a British pub nestled in the heart of Philadelphia.
I’m writing to you from my new apartment! Minus living essentials like floor lamps, a dining set, and anything to sit on or store clothes in, I guess you can say that I’m full-fledged adult now. I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve updated my blog with a personal post, but I especially wanted to reach out to my fellow medical students with this one.
I think I’m still having a hard time adjusting to M2 year. I’m still grappling with the notion that others look up to me as a role model and ask me for advice when I’m just trying to do the right thing for me. It’s scary, it’s intimidating, but it’s inevitable. The “sophomore” year of any point in your education is tough. You’re no longer the baby, but you’re also asked to grow up quickly.