I grew up in a place where new/flat/clean architecture was enviable. Lots. of. stucco. flipped. houses. I now live in a log cabin (completely different locatio

I grew up in a place where new/flat/clean architecture was enviable. Lots. of. stucco. flipped. houses. I now live in a log cabin (completely different location). None of the walls are straight and my interior doors sometimes do not close properly. I've come to love it all. When I return to places with these perfect and completely uninteresting walls, I feel a newfound sense of dread. I sometimes doubt my ability to return to an office/cubicle setting anymore.