Cats go to work?

Tomorrow morning I leave my parents' nest again. There will probably be fewer tears than when I was 18, but the transition into a new job (having absolutely nothing to do with what I spent 7.5 years of higher education studying), a new city (which I have heard is much safer than it used to be), and new friends (haha...they don't even know what is about to hit them) will be accompanied by the same exuberant anticipation.

Of course my final week in SF has not been without a few rallies around the adventure-pole and has included:

*acupuncture and Chinese herbs (I don't recognize a single ingredient - it must be awesome!)
*acroyoga: apparently a combination of acrobatics, yoga, and Thai massage
*and a flying trapeze class at the SF circus center

...with these three first-time experiences under my belt (including a long conversation with a young lady in clowning school but who also really interested in contortion), I feel ready for just about anything...even say, sailing catamarans in Puerto Rico on my new job's dime (probably even plural).
ladder up to the flying trapeze platform
another unwitting class-member