This is my personal blog as a virtual assistant.

From the moment humans are formed in the mother’s womb until the day they die, they will always long for home.

The mother’s womb is our first home, created by God to provide a sense of security and protection. The first person to offer this feeling is the mother. That is why, when a baby is born and leaves the safety of the womb, it cries—mourning the loss of its secure and familiar environment. Yet, when held close to its mother’s body, the baby calms down, reassured by the presence of the one who provided warmth and protection for nine months and ten days.

The womb is home. And from the moment we are born, we instinctively seek security and protection.

No matter how far we travel or how many places we explore, we are always in search of a home that offers us that same feeling of safety and belonging.

When this search goes beyond the physical, it becomes a spiritual journey—one that leads us to the house of God. Those who do not understand their creation and purpose may find themselves wandering endlessly, searching for security and protection in the wrong places.

Even though I understand this, I still long for my first home—my mother’s womb.

When my mother was still alive, no matter where I was, I always missed home because I knew she was there, waiting for me to return.

But now that she is gone, my world often feels empty. Even the most breathtaking views remind me of her, making me whisper to myself, I wish I could share this with my mother.

Yes, I miss my mother’s womb. That sense of security and protection is now lost.

And now I am missing my home.