Voyager 1, launched 33 years ago to explore Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus, has reached the heliopause.
When I was 33 years younger, the twin Voyager vessels were as exciting to me as the Apollo project had been a decade earlier. Voyager was another example of humanity pushing the frontier a little further. Exploration of the the outer solar system (in the day when the best pictures of Pluto were fuzzy blobs on film) was one shocking revelation after another–
close-ups of the Great Red Eye of Jupiter

the vast majesty of Saturn’s rings

the cracked-ice surface of Europa and the sulfur-rich hell of Io

These all seemed harbingers of a bright future of space exploration for humanity.
*sigh*
So now we’ve made it to true interstellar space.
Barely.
There are no plans for any manned exploration for the foreseeable future. No lunar base, no landings on Mars, no nothing. We should be reaching out, not looking in.
We are starstuff that has reached sentience, and we’re trying to get back to where we came from.