She sat up. ‘I don’t know if I can tell you, honey. When you live in New York, you often have the feeling that New York’s not the world. I mean this: every time I come home, I feel like I’m coming back to the world, and when I leave Maycomb it’s like leaving the world. It’s silly. I can’t explain it, and what makes it sillier is that I’d go stark raving living in Maycomb.’

Henry said, ‘You wouldn’t, you know. I don’t mean to press you for an answer—don’t move—but you’ve got to make up your mind to one thing, Jean Louise. You’re gonna see change, you’re gonna see Maycomb change its face completely in our lifetime. Your trouble, now, you want to have your cake and eat it; you want to stop the clock, but you can’t. Sooner or later you’ll have to decided whether it’s Maycomb or New York.’

He so nearly understood. ‘I’ll marry you, Hank, if you bring me to live here at Landing. I’ll swap New York for this place but not for Maycomb.’

-- Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman