Going home

The railwaystations I pass on my way down south are changing to unrecognisable. They're starting to all look alike. Perhaps to some the old buildings did, but they didn't. I liked the old ones and knew where I was when the train interrupted its journey. Now I have to find something specific in a building looking a copy of the next.
However, these new railwaystations are beautiful.

I won't tell which station I blipped today. Some of you will know, but who else would like to guess
Where am I?