Personal Narrative: Ellensburg

For the most part I have lead an admittedly blessed life. From traveling through Europe and walking down the streets of Paris inhaling the culture like it was freshly made bread to volunteering at food banks down the Californian coast getting to see the impact my actions could have on the well-being and lives of others. Coming from the small-town life in Ellensburg, WA, I am very fortunate to have been able to branch out and see the world more than the unending view of pastures and windmills that Ellensburg provides. This isn't to say that I haven't appreciated my time here, in Ellensburg, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the laid-back atmosphere, the friendly faces, the unbelievably delicious asian cuisine restaurants, and the inbred knowledge that it'll only take five minutes to get to wherever you need to be.
While I have greatly enjoyed and will always enjoy this community I live in, a piece of me knows that this isn't the community I am destined for ultimately. It's as if I had always been fed peanut butter and was suddenly given a taste of Nutella. Though I had been content with the peanut butter and had grown quite fond of its flavor, I would never be able to sequester my cravings for more of the Nutella. Whether this just be human nature of consistently wanting what you don't have or not, I am not