Sorely tempted to simply fly over to southern Europe, and just make it as far as I can on the present bank-book and figure out an answer when the means run out. Oddly, I think that's what Dewey might have done. Unless he could find a wealthy spinster Yankee aunt.
But the rule is firm: even though it's the only way to a minimally sufficient existence in the near term, I won't leave the homeland without sufficient means for normal living and safe return.
It's a bit like a fellow condemned to hang in a corrupt oil town who has the file and the rope ready for the escape, but holds off until an advisory opinion from his home (& honest) county, or perhaps the federal court, quashes the sentence. Injustice is no cause for intemperance. Socrates was wrong to stay, but not wrong to make the decision deliberately.
Gently down the stream.