My nest, my nest, in all the world, my nest is best.
Ugh. I see how agoraphobia starts now...it begins with wanting to stay hidden inside, for one reason or another (and, in my case, it's shame), then it turns into anxiety, then fear, then phobic/panic. I've always been a bit reclusive with my time (or, I have since I've gotten a little older), and I've never gone past the shame stage, and I probably never will.
Just suffice it say, that I understand now.