"Is it nice down there? I bet you gotta speak Spanish, huh? I know some," she thought aloud conversationally, giving a facial shrug. "I'd be a nomad, that sounds perfect. 'Cept it's probably expensive, really. Or no?"
The idea of just being able to go wherever she felt like going whenever she felt like going there was really appealing to Judith, but she doubted she'd ever get to do it. If she ever even managed to get out of Beacon Hills, now, it'd practically be a miracle, but that didn't stop a girl from dreaming about it.
"It's real nice down there. We had a little, independently owned peach tree orchard across the street from our house. You can't see nothin' like that here. And they got sweet tea everywhere. God damn, I miss sweet tea..." she added. "It's real casual and laid back. It ain't so hurry-up-and-wait and all rush, rush, rush like California is. I miss havin' the nearest neighbors livin' a mile down the road and just sittin' on the front porch drinkin' sweet tea and watchin' the sun set behind the orchard. ...I miss Georgia a lot, most days. It's so damn loud here. I miss the quiet."