What A Day!

There are many keys. There are keys to people’s hearts, keys to success and keys to solve problems, just to name a few. To some of you this may come as a surprise, but to most of you it comes as a relief: Clifford’s moving. Again. Finally. Among all the keys in this world, you’ll find… my keys.

Let’s see. Number 11. Number 20. Number 9. Number 124. Number 67. These are the house numbers of the past. And this chapter? Where will it be written? There’s only one number I can think of. If I’m moving to one of the ghetto suburbs, the obvious choice of house number is:

Dark brown floors. Light blue walls. In every room. Not at all Clifford. Things need to change. Not just the colours of her home. She never wants another September 2008. Let’s just say she’s back in her tightest jeans and they are too big. What does she bring to her new home, then?  What is the symbol of the Clifford? Well, her heart, of course. And look what happened! See the many scars? They’re stars!

There can’t be life, if it isn’t a heart. But there can’t be a Clifford without the things she loves. She is predictable, but she knows what she wants to keep and what matters the most. There must be writing, dark chocolate, friends and poetry. And there must be love. She’s not in the picture, but she is there. The little fair haired girl with big blue eyes. A.

And those red running shoes? They’re there…

…but she took them off. Clifford’s tired of running. She wants to come home.