Venice to Innsbruck

Here is where I find myself today: I'm tense! Maybe it's from carrying all my luggage around today -- it's pretty heavy. Perhaps it's something to do with making the transition from traveling with a good friend to traveling solo -- both have their advantages and disadvantages I've learned, but they are distinctly different. Dave -- I hope you had safe travels home and your new alarm clock woke you up in time to get off the train!
I'm not sure if it's related to me being tense, but it could be I'm realizing how I am transitioning from always having several big and several small projects always going on in the background to not really having any (well, not too many). For example, before I was always working on packing up my apartment. A big project since I was trying to consolidate and keep only the things I needed and on getting rid of (by selling them or giving them away) the things I no longer needed. Because I hadn't properly done so since I graduated from graduate school, that process alone took over two years! And that was only one of those type of projects I had going on. I'm done that now. I'm done most of those projects. All the lists I used to have for myself are now a lot smaller -- much smaller. For the next few weeks I can go day-to-day. I don't really need to plan all that much. It's a tad bit scary, but it's also very, very exciting...
It's not necessarily even that it is better, it's just different as far as I can tell. Don't get me wrong, I think there is something to be said about knowing where you're going to rest your head each night, what your options are in times of trouble, and even something as basic (but that a lot of people take for granted) as knowing your going to be able to get on the Internet. But, I wonder if there isn't something (other than frustration) to be found in being somewhat disconnected?...something in just letting things fall into place?
Today was also a bit of nerve-wracking travel because I didn't know how things would turn out with taking my bike on the faster (non-regional) train and crossing the country border. It turned out that at one of the stops two older gentlemen got on the train with their bikes -- not bagged. They had made reservations the friendly train guy told me, and my bike was fine without a reservation because it was in a bag. He even said the guy I talked to at the train station in Venice either didn't know and should have or was lying to me. I guess it wasn't all that difficult after all!
I really like Innsbruck -- I have found everyone to be so friendly and laid back -- maybe it will help me to not be so tense and to relax. Here are pictures of the mountains towering over the city from the vantage point of my room's balcony. You may have to use the street lamps as a reference for comparison to how large those mountains are in actuality.