I've found that I look forward to the drive home after work so that I can listen to Dave Ramsey.
It's one of the few times of day that I can be alone and not feel obligated to listen to what someone else may want to listen to.
I miss Sunday mornings at the local book store; grabbing half a dozen books, a mocha, and sitting there for a few hours, trying to find a new book to read or something interesting to study up on.
The long drive from home to college was always a good time for personal reflection from who I was from who I was becoming at school. And now I find myself somewhere inbetween, the extremes of being a teenager, and the passage of 3 years gone from academia.
It's strange, but I know what my future will hold- at least a rough sketch of it, and that makes me feel better about it all.