I came home, ecstatic, after passing my checkride, to my wife and mother-in-law hanging wallpaper. I got a "That's nice, dear" out of her, and not much more.
She later went on to get her own ticket, and realized what a "big deal" it truly was. She's apologized for her faux pas ever since!
But, anyway, after getting my license I had to sell plasma to fund a once-a-week, one hour flight with the kids in a Cherokee 140. It was tough, just staying current.
My first "big flight" was for our 10th wedding anniversary (we're celebrating 30, this year), when we flew that rental plane from Wisconsin to Branson, Missouri, down to Atchison, Kansas (to see Amelia Earhart's home), over to Springfield, Illinois (to visit friends), and home. Man, I felt like Lindbergh, after that flight. (
We actually had to fly down and look at water towers to figure out where we were, in Illinois. No GPS, back then!)
Since then, we've done all sorts of amazing cross country flights, all VFR. We've built and owned two aviation themed hotels (currently down to "only" one hotel), and aviation has pretty much taken over our lives. We've made our living (somewhat peripherally) on aviation since 2002.
Not bad, for an old newspaper guy and a medical technologist.