homeless heather?

when i arrived home from work yesterday there was a small, folded piece of paper slipped under my door with my name and apartment number written on it. this is how my landlord contacts me. i thought briefly what it could be about as i unfolded it and started to read. what it said was the very last thing i was expecting.
you have to know that my landlords are a very nice, old-country german couple. joe & edith. i’m not sure of the details, but i believe they’ve owned my building for a number of years as a make-work, retirement-income kind of investment. they give all the tenants gifts for xmas and when they come back from their yearly desert sabbatical. they’re all-round nice people. i can’t help but appreciate how lucky i was to find them as my first landlords.
what the note said was that they have come to the decision to list the building with a realtor. they’re selling my home. three things could come as a result of this:
one: nothing. everything will stay the same. the new owners will love the building as much as joe & edith and keep the status quo.
two: they’ll keep everything the same, but raise the rents to pay for the realtor’s commission.
three: the new owners will kick everyone out and do something horrible by either razing the structure and building a monster house or renovate it into a single-family dwelling again (which, honestly, i’d do if i had the money).
my reactions to these three scenarios will most likely be:
one: rejoice and buy more stuff to clutter with.
two: consider the amount of the increase. if it is modest, i may elect to stay. if it is dramatic enough, it may be more prudent to leave and get a one-bedroom.
three: quickly look for a new home, weeping all the while.
i’m hoping for the best, but planning for the worst. that means trying to sock some money away for a damage deposit and utility fees if i have to make a hasty exit.