In one of my classes, we were talking about the concept of the nest. This is a place that you find yourself coming back to over and over because of the familiarity. Sometimes this is place of safety. However, sometimes you keep on coming back because you know no other way. I am lucky that my parent's house is a place I feel safe. When I think of my nest, I think of walking into the front door and there are my brothers and my mom coming to greet me after we've been separated for a while.
Although this piece is a step forward for me in perspective and background, I struggled with anatomy. Any pointers?
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