Let me break that trend and say that I enjoyed driving to work. I spent an hour total (back and forth), sometimes 1.5 hours if I went during peak traffic. But it was time I enjoyed: I would listen to my favorite music, think, and have time to transition from one environment to another. I'd arrive at the destination refreshed. Working from home feels like being a caged animal whose 'change of scene' is a twenty-yard walk to another corner of the cage.

I agree with the sentiment you have expressed in your comment, though. Every person has a threshold beyond which the commute goes from a daily ritual that one looks forward to, to an ordeal that one ends up dreading, and it varies from one person to another. I have been lucky to have always had a commute below my pain threshold.