You own a business (with inventory), you have a home (with a mortgage), a job, bills up the kazoo, a spouse, kids, pets, live in the city or suburb and drive a small gas-saver car.

In the "old" midwest and likely lots of the east coast, too, we had storm cellars with lots of home canned food and yes, we had to share the space with lots of spiders a few mice and our domestic pets. Outhouses or the great outdoors were nearby, when needed.

Come hell or highwater or tornados or whatever, we'd huddle in them cellars and read the Bible and play cards and Monopoly. If we were lucky, the house and barn and barn animals would still be there when the sun came out. If not, we were still "home". They call us Rednecks now.

Those similar situations nowadays without the old cellars are basically refugees. Try finding a Motel Six while sitting on an Interstate "parking lot" breathing carbon monoxide with tired, hungry, frightened, squished kids and pets...all who have to eat, pee and poop.

Easy to say ... just get out.

Maybe better just to pray and get right with your Creator.