Tonight we celebrated Nowruz at the exact same location where we had celebrated Nowruz for over ten years while our kids were growing up. I had not been to that ballroom in several years and nothing felt the same. I knew everything about the place, how the escalators led down to the big hall in front of the ballroom where Arman, Shahdi and their childhood friends had spent most of the evenings running around and playing while my friends and I were dancing on the dance floor to Persian music.
