Does the following account reflect the attitude of a particular writer who said, ‘I dislike feeling at home, when I am abroad’? Please clarify this for me.
"This evening, the cab dropped me off at a quaint cottage in Yorkshire. From seeing its pleasantly vintage and individual exterior, I relished the opportunity of stepping through the panelled wooden door into a world of pine furniture, fireplaces and battered books. To my horror, the living room greeted me with black vinyl couches and plasma TV, and the sight of climate control units in every room filled me with dread. My discomfort was increased upon entering a sterile stainless steel kitchen. Would I ever escape the coldness of the modern apartment living? I might as well be back home".