I’m living in an apartment on the 8th floor. Heating is geothermal heating (from a big geothermal plant owned by the city I live in). So no heating in winter. My second worry would be the food spoiling in the freezer. I’d probably move everything down into the car to drive to my family’s place (that’s a bit of work, 8th floor, no elevator) and then notice that my car is trapped inside the garage below our apartment block due to the electric garage doors not opening. I’d probably get some help from other people in the house opening them by hand (might involve dismounting of the electronics box).
In other words, in case of a longer city-wide outage I’m screwed.
In case it’s a shorter one and my electric window blinds in the bedroom are still closed, I wouldn’t worry and find someone to screw.
When my life turned upside down and a lot of shit happened I got interested in Stoicism to the point I even read a bit of Seneca.
I never felt it as a way to be emotionless or a way to hide or suppress emotions , but rather as a way to just accept my them and “yeah, I see and acknowledge I feel like crap, no need to go crazy about it” (in my situation). It brought an understanding to me that not everything that happens is about me personally and I stop fighting what I can’t change to put my focus where I can have an influence.
Warning: this is not a definition of stoicism, but what I took away from it for myself.