Traveling the world is my happy place. For me, home is where the moments take me. Sometimes that means “home” is sitting in front of a roaring fire with a good book, and a cup of hot chocolate. Other times, it means that perfect pastry shop on a cold Copenhagen day with my daughters. But it’s also being on top of a mountain in the Indian Himalayas and feeling the cold air on your face. It’s in the cracks of the day when you hear your kids laughing and enjoying basic fun. It is watching the sunset on Santorini, enjoying a giant glass of red in Mendoza, or a rare thunderstorm that transforms the landscape of the Serengeti.

Home for me is a little bit of everywhere and everyone.