The most I can do is fix my mind on the cities and places (mountains) of possible minimal sufficiency for living, working, and cultural encounter. The event can't be ensured, or for that matter, forestalled by any action of mine. The event will bring its own logic.
This comes after well over a decade of extraordinary adversity, though. It's not just the whim of a random person who has been reasonably well off their entire life within a prosperous society, and could learn to live with a more circumscribed existence if the river proves too wide. Especially after this past winter, we are in hardened dissident territory. I'll find a path out, or I'll keep trying to find a path out.
"Graces will appear, and there's an end."