Dear Blessed Beggar,
This was my situation. When I first became convinced of Orthodoxy I lived in Micronesia on a small island. The nearest Orthodox Church was over 1600 miles away...and no transoceanic highways to make a Sunday commute. I had some conversations with a priest back in the states once when I was home on vacation. He was (and is) a very gracious priest. When I asked him if I could convert he had two responses...that's wonderful, and no. He said Orthodoxy was not like a Baptist church. I couldn't just walk the aisle as it were. I needed parish life, liturgical life, and the spiritual nourishment that gives. He instructed me to be faithful in the situation God had placed me, pray, and be patient....after all think of the long time St. Mary of Egypt had to wait between communions (40 years). In the meantime his parish would pray for me.
So I went back to my island and prayed and pestered Bishops and priests over half the globe to see who our islands belonged to jurisdictionally...who would love us out there, start a little mission, help me get in the church, etc. Many did not answer, several of those who did were sympathetic but had little else to offer just then. Finally I made contact with an English speaking priest in Japan by way of help from a man (now a deacon) in South Africa. We began a correspondence. During this time a friend at work became interested in some of my spiritual reading material and went on to develop a serious interest in Orthodoxy as well. I put him in touch with this priest as well, but sort of fell out of that loop for a while bothering people elsewhere. Then the loop opened again and the Priest received permission to grant my friend an I an economy because of our unusual circumstance. For the next year we were catechized by email and it was as difficult as a college level course I can tell you..and it involved lots of reading. In the end my friend and I were invited to Tokoyo and were baptized into the Orthodox Church after Pentecost in 1998. We lived as Orthodox isolates in Micronesia from 98 to around 2003. We got to go to Church once a year (usually around Pascha) for a few days, and crammed as much in those days as we could. Even though we lived on different islands we would try to get together on major feast days and break the fasts together. In time God brought us back to the mainland and today we both live much much closer to a parish than before. Even here when I first came back the nearest parish to me as almost a 2 hour drive away. I made it as often as I could...which most of the time was once a week, though it was hard at times. Now I have a job much closer and it does not involve so much travel at present.
All I can tell you with respect to your journey is keep praying, keep faithful to what has been entrusted to you so far, keep in touch with priests and others of good reputation within Orthodoxy who an offer sound spiritual counsel and trust God. He will make a way...either moving someone close to you, like a mission, or arranging for you to live nearer a parish. When...how long....those are in God's hands. Trust that he knows what struggles you need for the salvation of your soul. Trust me in this...I do not regret having to wait, it enabled me to learn, grow, and get over my initial wide-eyed fascination...by the time I was let in I knew two things. One the treasures of the faith were sometimes entrusted to very the keeping of very earthen vessels, and that I came as a supplicant to the fountain of immortality, a beggar without even a cup to drink from, without so such as a short rope to draw forth the waters of salvation. God is faithful. He is merciful. A cup will be provided.
Let me leave you with a final thought. When that priest first told me no, it made me sad, but it left me determined. I was convinced Orthodoxy was the faith once and for all delivered unto the saints...and if God did not find me worthy just then to be part of it, then blessed be the name of the Lord. There is a story in Judges about a man who gave his concubine to a mob of rowdy, murderous Benjaminites when they attacked the home in which he was a guest. In the morning the concubine had died from the abuse she had received from the mob but her hand was outstretched to the threshold of her master. That was how I began to consider the state of my own soul...ravaged by the passions of the world like the concubine...but if the door was shut against me, then this much I would have...my hand would ever be outstretched to the threshold of my master. When he saw, he would take pity on me, and avenge me on my enemies. Unlike the master of the concubine, our Master is the very Lord of Life, and He is able to raise up and restore those dead in their sins. Even though now I am baptized and christmated within the Orthodox Church, my salvation is still in progress, and my hand, my soul ever remains outstretched to my master's threshold.
If Orthodoxy is the truth, is the faith, then do as much as if possible for you to do and trust God to enable all the rest in His own time. If all you have is an outstretched hand, then so be it. Our Lord knows. He is faithful. He is merciful. He will not tarry forever.