Until you die of thirst (Who's nailing down all the fresh water?), or the whole area just sort of lofts off into space, pulling your house and everything else with it... I'd try to steal a spaceship and pack it with food while I could. Earth can't reject me-- I reject Earth!

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that someone somewhere thinks that the sun beams gravity waves down on the Earth, and without it we'd all go sailing off. That's... just... I don't even know.