what i think about when i'm commuting to work

My job has nothing to do with me. Aside from my compulsion to do a good job; and the fact that I am a total sucker for a good review, I don't really like it. I know I have to work and this is what I do, but I still dream about finding something that I have a passion for. When I work out how many hours of each week, month, year I spend at that desk I get a sad feeling; I wonder if this is what my life is really all about. Was I born to do this.

So I try to read and take an interest in things outside of the 9-5 to keep my brain alive and to basically not give up hope. To remind myself that I am more than that person at the desk. I used to have a much quicker mind and definitely a greater vocabulary than now. I don't want to go back in time, but I wouldn't mind reconnecting a bit with the english student I used to be. Cooking is one of my outlets and I took an intro course in archery this summer. I bought and have failed to learn Photoshop (will do this, I just don't know when). I want to take tennis lessons and sit in on more lectures. I aspire to have my act together enough to actually volunteer regularly somewhere.
Does the stuff make me a better person? Or do I become a better person and then the stuff I do becomes better?

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My daily commute right now goes like this: get up about 6:30, shower, dress, etc...and out the door by 7:15 for a 7:27 tube. Sit on tube for about 40-45 minutes. Exit tube station and then a 15-20 minute walk to my office. In the evenings I leave work, walk 15-20 minutes to the station, take a 5 minute tube to waterloo station and then catch a train which is anywhere from 15-25 minutes depending on how many stops. On a good day I can be home in an hour. On a bad day it takes me 1.5+ hours to get to work in the morning.

When we move, my daily commute will go something like this: get up, have coffee, watch a bit of tv, maybe read for a bit or go for a run. Leave apartment, walk 10 minutes, be at desk. I will get, on average, 2 hours a day back in my life. My commute home will be 10 minutes. This excites me more than it should. Also means that in about a year when we want to buy a house, I'm going to be so spoilt that any sort of journey that does not soley involve walking will feel like a big, huge burden.