We had been gone for so long now that I felt unmoored from all possible explanations for this trip. It was certainly no longer a vacation.
(Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life, reviewed by Alice Gregory, New York Review of Books, 13 August 2015)
Compare By nightfall, when we stopped at a motel in Indiana, we had all but lost track of our histories and futures – it seemed we had always been driving across a vast table of farmland and would always continue to do so. That is both the horror and the marvel of long travel. You lose track of your life with astonishing speed. An interstellar traveller would be not quite identifiable as an earthling within two weeks; after six months in deep space he or she might as well not return to earth at all.
(Michael Cunningham, A home at the end of the world (1990))