Here I make a huge-sigh-of-relief sound.
Quickly followed by a heart-pounding-nervously-in-chest sound, as we now have to get our ass outta there in ten days. Yikes. I'm a little dubious about this, since not only am I unsure we can make the move in ten days, but also I don't know if the current tenants of the apartment can be out of there in ten days (when we went to see the place, there was zero sign that they'd even begun to pack). I'm sure she'd be willing to cut us some slack in that regard, but a lot of it depends on when the new owners are taking possession of the building; they might not be so generous.
But at least we got it. Hollywood Park, here we fucken come.