All too soon, the grandchildren are going home tomorrow, to Singapore, where their parents will be quickly back into the big currents of the world. One or the other seems to be always going to a conference in London, Beijing, Vancouver or somewhere I've never been, yet they relish their time here.
They bring the kids back twice a year, once in winter for relief from tropical heat and again at Christmas for family gatherings, but not only for those. They love the deep blue sky, the temperate warmth of our summer, the beaches and bays of Auckland where they have bought a house. New Zealand must seem very small to them after living nearly 10 years overseas - New York and Brussels previously - but they never say that.
They make it evident this is still their real home. They retain the friends they made growing up here, some of them also now in other parts of the world. They all keep in touch with the country and with each other by internet and when they return they pick up the conversation as though they had never left. They take the kind of interest in local schools and services that reassures me they will come home for good in time for their children to grow up here and know they are New Zealanders.
My generation can be quietly proud, I think, that New Zealand is now a place that can hold its own in the world. For the past few years more people have entered the country than have left it. Many of them are New Zealanders coming home or staying home. Immigration is setting records, the population is growing at a faster rate than we have seen since 1974.
I remember 1974. I had just started work in Auckland and sometimes covered meetings of the town planning committee of the regional authority, as it was. The planners expected Auckland to reach Hamilton. Seriously. They were working on a population growth projection from the 1960s which continued until 1974, then it stopped.