Thus far, I've put secured items and decorations into the two APS', field gear and electronics gear into two of the APMs, books into four of the TTs, and some household items into one of the APLs. I'm getting less confident that I have enough TTs for all of my books, but I may be able to expand into space in some of the other bins. I'm either in really good shape as far as storage space, or entirely delusional. We'll find out which soon enough.
Okay, when last I posted, I was quite nervous about my credentials. I'm still quite nervous about my credentials. However, I'm a firm believer in the great advice afforded us from the 1999 film South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut: make a plan, and follow through. It commonly rubs me the wrong way when a finely tuned plan is derailed, particularly for no good reason. In this case, though - and with the help of my good buddy and probable travel companion, Gus - I've realized that this hiccough in the plan is an excellent excuse for more planning.
There are essentially three options, which will be determined based upon the date that my passport arrives back to me from the British Consulate. Well, four, I suppose.
I don't have to come up with hard dates for Options #3 and #4 until Option #1 expires. Fortunately, I don't have to be out of my apartment until the end of September, though I'm not sure where I'll live if I don't have the benefit of my own place. If I have to, I'm sure that I'll figure something out. In the mean time, I'll keep packing and sorting.