So is "mortgage" Old French for "death glove," or what?

About a week and a half ago, I made an offer on a condo about 2 miles from the new campus, the best option in my price range (as a midwesterner, it hurts me a little to pay $180,000 for a condo, but such are the ways of non-prairie real estate). For various reasons, although my realtor's been assured that the seller will accept the offer, the contract has yet to be inked, and I'm trying not to get nervous about it.

For your enjoyment, though (if you're very easily amused indeed), here's the floor plan of the new place. It's pretty cool.