Crying over spilled salt

This morning I broke a lid for a marble salt cellar that I’ve been hauling around for eight years. It's from Target. It’s not special, but I loved it. I realized after I stopped crying that it has been a symbol of a dream I have: a home that I can surround with fruit trees, to plant some literal roots.

I think that’s a dream a lot of people have. My childhood was quite unstable and we moved around constantly. My whole life I have struggled to find a place that felt like home, that felt like I belonged.