Daily Routine

So here I am 7:15 a.m. in my office. No one here but me. I usually leave extra early (6 a.m.) to "avoid" traffic. But as we all know that never happens. Traffic is always there. I'll hit that topic another time, I have a lot to say about the subject. So where was I? Right, I leave my house early to get to work early so I can leave early to avoid traffic. At least that's what I tell myself. I usually arrive around 7-7:30 a.m. and start my day.
I actually enjoy my job, the people are nice and it's a small privately owned company. Different than what my previous jobs were like. They're very laid back. We can wear jeans if we want (that is a great benefit!) and most importantly, they seem to take care of their employees very well. We buy Starbucks coffee, we get bagels every Monday and we get lunch purchased for us one to two times a week. It's actually a pretty nice deal when I think about it.
So I usually work until 4 p.m. and on nice days I'll take a little break and take a walk to...well wherever. Just to get out for a while...break up my day a bit. At 4 p.m. I leave and usually get home around 5:30-5:45 p.m. I do this 5 days a week. Crazy, huh? I spend on average 3 hours a day in traffic.
Once I get home, I usually brew myself some coffee and watch some t.v. I usually...well, I always watch BRAVO. I LOVE those ridiculous shows. Takes my mind off of my day and I get to watch millionaires attempt to find their true loves or housewives battle out who's husband said what to who. I don't know why, and my husband doesn't know why, but I love it.
Once I get enough of my "reality" t.v. I start thinking about what to cook. I honestly and truly do not like cooking. My husband on the other hand loves to cook, and he's great at it too. I mean, truly great. I guess some people are just naturals. They can put anything together with no recipe and whip up something delicious. But if I leave it up to him, we'll eat dinner at 10-11:00 p.m. He is, after all, Argentinean. So I either whip up something simple, my two favorites...milanesa or pasta with tomato sauce. Those are actually 2 of the 3 dishes I know how to make :) Strange for a woman who's parents are Italian, but there it is. I can cook, I just don't like it. And I can cook if I have a recipe next to me and someone assisting me. My "assistant" is usually Gonzalo's sister, Sofia. She's 14 and lives with us. Anyway, after cooking we eat, clean the kitchen and then I'm off to bed...this is usually around 9:00 p.m. And of course, I don't actually go to bed...I usually watch t.v. (more reality shows, of course) until 10:00 p.m. and then I go to sleep. Not too bad. I'm usually good at trying to go to bed early, because I just know waking up at 5:00 a.m. will not be fun if I don't get at least 6 hours in.
So that, in sum, is my life 5 days a week 52 weeks a year. Great, huh? Maybe not so much. I don't mind it sometimes...but every day? Really? I just feel like a major change is needed in our lives. We definitely need to live a little more...do something! But what?

About me, my life and my question...

Wow, so where to start!
I guess I should start with a small introduction about myself.
My name is Melina and I’m 27 years old… I'll be turning 28 on July 25th. I’m married, have been for 4 years, and have 2 dogs. My husband’s name is Gonzalo and my dogs are Rocky and Lio. My background is Italian, more specifically, Sicilian. I was born in New York, but moved to Virginia when I was 4. I have a younger sister, Joanna, and a younger brother Chris. My parents are Julia and Tony, and my grandmother, who is like my second mother, is Giovanna.
So what else…I have a big family, as most Italians do. I recently started a new job back in December, it’s okay but my commute is horrific (I’m sure many can relate). I don’t have any hobbies, although I do enjoy reading…not enough to consider that really a hobby per say....but I do enjoy it from time to time.
So that’s really my life in a nutshell.
As to why I’m starting a blog….I honestly don’t know. I guess I have a lot to say and no one to say it to, aside from my husband but I think he’s a little sick of hearing me complain all the time. What’s mainly been on my mind is, and I’m sure it’s a very common question, but basically, what is the purpose of my existence? I’m in a place in my life right now where I feel so lost and in limbo, like I’m neither here nor there, just kind of floating. Not happy, not miserable…just there. Completely different than what I expected coming out of college. It seems like we leave there with so many dreams, so many expectations. Everything seems so reachable…and as I’m getting older, I feel as if I was in a fantasy world. Everything I thought I’d be, I’m not. Depressing, right? Well…I’m just not ready to give up yet. However, now experiencing life a little bit more, I realize, what I thought I wanted coming out of college, I don’t necessarily want anymore. So my question…what do I want?