In 7 hours I will start my career as a registered nurse. This is going to be my first "real world" job.
For me, the hours before have mostly been more enjoyable than the event itself. Precisely applying makeup before the night out. Packing mundane things like moist toilettes and knee-high socks for an overseas flight. I think it's because I usually get too overwhelmed and frazzled to appreciate when I am in the moment. That, or I set my expectations too high.
It is one o'clock in the morning, my favorite time of the day. It's dark and it's quiet.
There is a possibility that it's never going to be as much fun as this.