A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

Our building was purchased from the people we were renting from.

Here's the history:
We currently live in an office building. It's a small office building originally constructed to showcase Huzband's step-dad's woodworking skills. Huzband's mother and step-dad went out of business, but they still owned a building with one half amost fully finished and the other side to be completed at a later date.

Before Huzband and I married, we lost the apartment we were living in when the bank that owned it sold it to a couple who wanted to turn the house into a bed & breakfast. Almost out on the street, starting to think about eating our cats and living in a refrigerator box, my mother took us in. There we lived in her basement until we married. While living in the house I only new in my adult life, with seven other people, we discovered that Huzband's mother was considering turning the office building into a duplex/apartment. She offered one half to us, with the condition that we wouldn't move in until after the wedding, at which time Step-Dad would finish the half we were to live in.

We moved in after the honeymoon, and began paying rent to Huzband's parents. We never felt right nagging over construction that needed to be completed (trim needing to be put up, doors needing to be hung, or cabinets needing to be finished) since it was family. Still, I was confortable with the arrangement. If we were a few days late with the rent, I figured we were even. It's what we do for family... forgive and be flexible.

Now:
They sold it. The half that needs to be finished will be turned into a salon. (Aveda!) I was/am concerned over this change, while still being excited too.
They are promising to finish some of the things that need to be done. And what they don't, Huzband's Step-Dad said he would, as part of the selling process.