We have a 1960's ex council terraced house, my goodness it is plain! DH bought it before We moved in together, and I wouldn't have chosen it in a billion years.
But, it was a bargain, nice enough area and didn't need any work doing at all. I'm oddly fond of it now, but always seem to be apologising for it in a jokey way to visitors.
I bet you all live in droolsome Georgian townhouses, country cottages, lovely thirties semi's, or stunning new-builds, no?