He could imagine some people thinking that he was walking to outpace the memories of the world he’s left behind, which had a poetic ring to it; others might want to believe he was walking simply for the sake of the journey itself. But neither was true. He liked to walk and he had someplace to go. Simple as that. He liked going where he wanted, at the pace he wanted, to the place he wanted to be… the freedom of it appealed to him.
The Lucky One, by N. Sparks
Vision; Reprint edition (2010)