-No lawn to mow (too much lawn to mow)
-Wonderful natural lighting (dark and shadowy, but somehow headlights would still shine across my bedroom unless I was strategic about the curtains)
-Quiet (on a busy street with lots of emergency vehicles going by)
-Walkable (almost 100% unwalkable; unpleasant to walk to the only walkable destinations)
-Cleanable lathe-and-plaster walls, hardwood floors (industrial carpeting; old paint that couldn't be cleaned)
-Good neighbors (frat boys and extremely sketchy neighbors)
-Large cast-iron bathtub (terrible handicap shower)
-Window above the kitchen sink (dark kitchen with zero natural lighting)
There are a couple of good similarities:
-Room for a small vegetable garden
Last night's News from Lake Wobegon featured a story about a character whose husband suddenly died and who found prospective comfort in the form of some dude from Texas, who showed up in Lake Wobegon and managed to alienate everybody in town in the span of sixty seconds. Those stories are supposed to have an element of caricature to them, but this time the story seemed painfully accurate, reinforcing my sense that I could never go native in Texas.
People in Lincoln seem to universally like living here, and seem satisfied with life here. A percentage of the people in B/CS had that sentiment, but a substantial percentage did not, and was vocal about it.