Granted. You now have a home, where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play; where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range... (that's an American West folksong, and there is actually a town in Wyoming that was called "Home on the Range.") The corruption to this, of course, is that you end up living in Wyoming instead of in South Africa, which may make it hard to visit friends and family- except for me, of course.
I wish gasoline was less expensive since I have a lot of miles to cover in the next few months.