Allow me to do the dishes
I have always struggled with not belonging to any particular place. As far back as I can remember, I recall this uncanny feeling. The feeling can be best described as the feeling when you stand at a bus stand that is the middle of your journey.
You are not at your destination and you are not at your source as well. You are in-between (as Viktor put it ;-) ). You can not unpack your bags and sit down for a while because the next bus might be just around the corner. So you just end up staying there, waiting for the bus to arrive; your feet hurt, the shoulders feel the weight of the bag and you are most likely hungry and you have to use the restroom as well.