July 2018 was illustrated for the Around the World desk calendar
Lilabet has been abroad for the Spring Semester, and after finals in Paris, had toured the Italian coastal with friends in June. Exhausted from being on endless bus rides, taxi rides, and public European transportation, "I'm just so tired of moving," Lilabet had muttered on the ride to the airplane.
Now after 17 hours and one layover in Germany, Lilabet knew they were home. It was July 1st, and already towns in America were putting of fireworks in celebration for the Nation's Independence Day. She leaned forward in her seat on the plane in anticipation of the joy that burst forth into the air. "it's the perfect place to watch the fireworks!" someone said in a seat ahead of her, and she and her seat mates smiled in unison. The States were so unique in this feeling of national pride when coming home. Europe was just dazzling, and so impressive, and so lovely at so many levels, she didn't think she would ever not miss aspects of it, but "you can take an American out of America, but you can't take the America out of the American..." her uncle had said to her once.
Her connecting flight was a small jet, and felt even more cozy, even more friendly. Lilabet basically felt like she knew everyone on the plane, even though she didn't. Her thoughts spend ahead of her, to her Mooring House; her Grandparents home in Nantucket. She'd spent every summer there growing up. She couldn't wait for breakfast in the morning when she and her mother and aunts and grandmother would convene in the sun room and she could give them the pretty purses she'd gotten them all in Italy- they were ahead of next season- as her mother had said they would be- and in the happiest hues of colors. She hoped they all liked what color she chose for each of them.
She couldn't wait to gaze out past the large American flag her grandfather flew from the morning room out at the water. Feel the breeze and the summer sun as she lazed in the luxury of being home. There is a sense of being home of the ability to "turn off," and it was that which Lilabet felt like she hadn't had the chance to do since Christmas break.
The firework displays got more exciting as the plane soared low over the towns outside of Nantucket.
"There's no place like home," her friendly seat mate said, "Just in time for Independence Day!" he said. Lilabet couldn't have said it better herself!
Happy Independence Day!