The Story of a Middle-Class Man Chasing the World
{🌍 From Small Town Dreams to GlobalFootprints
Humble Beginnings, Big Dreams
Hello and welcome.
My name is Faizalsame. I’m not a celebrity, influencer, or millionaire. I’m a regular
guy born and raised in a modest middle-class family in Tamil Nadu, India. I didn’t grow up with frequent vacations or airport memories. I didn’t even own a passport until my early twenties.
But I did grow up with something powerful
a dream. A deep, unshakable dream to see the world.
As a kid, I used to look at maps and wonder How do people live on the other side of this globe? What do the streets look like in a city I can’t even pronounce? What do snowflakes feel like?
Those were just quiet questions then. But over time, they grew louder. They became a fire in my heart. While most people around me were chasing careers, marriage, or money, I was secretly chasing a different kind of life — one filled with airports, train stations, border crossings, local meals, shared hostels, and unforgettable sunrises in foreign lands.
But dreaming was the easy part. Living the dream? That took everything I had.
The First Step — Dubai
After finishing my bachelor’s degree in 2014, I took a bold step. I moved to Dubai for work.
Like every middle-class youth stepping abroad for the first time, I had one goal — to survive and support my family. I shared a room with strangers, budgeted every meal, and counted every dirham. Life in Dubai wasn’t glamorous — it was a grind. But it gave me my first taste of independence, discipline, and reality.
And in between the hustle, that little voice — “Go see the world” — never went away.
I didn’t come to Dubai to travel. But being here made the dream seem a little closer. Flights were cheaper. Borders felt nearer. The world didn’t seem as distant anymore.
Still, it wasn’t easy. I had no mentor, no travel-savvy friends, and no idea where to start. But I had something stronger than all of that — desire.
2017 – The Dream Begins
Finally, in 2017, I booked my first international trip.
No big tour packages. No luxurious hotels. Just me, my backpack, a basic itinerary, and a heart full of excitement (and a bit of fear). That first destination? A country most people couldn’t even point out on a map — Georgia.
It was cold. It was beautiful. It was affordable. And it was everything I imagined and more.
That trip changed me. It wasn’t just about seeing new places. It was about seeing a new version of myself.
For the first time, I felt free. Free to explore. Free to make mistakes. Free to wander without purpose. I learned how to budget, how to trust strangers, how to handle loneliness, and most importantly — how to believe in my dream again.
That one solo trip became the spark that lit the fire for everything that came next.
29 Countries — 1 Story
Fast forward to 2025, and I’ve now visited 29 countries.
From the vibrant night markets of Malaysia, the cultural streets of Sri Lanka, the tropical islands of Thailand, to the snowy peaks of Georgia — every trip came with its own adventure. I’ve shared meals with locals, gotten lost in cities where no one spoke English, slept in airports, danced in street festivals, and cried at the beauty of simple moments in faraway lands.
But I never forgot where I came from.
I didn’t have endless money. I learned to travel smart — budget airlines, hostel stays, local buses, street food, and off-season planning. I made mistakes. I missed flights. I faced visa rejections. But I kept moving forward.
Because every stamp on my passport wasn’t just a trip — it was a promise to my younger self: “We’re doing it. We’re really doing it.”
Page 5: What Travel Gave Me
Travel isn’t just about places. It’s about what those places teach you.
Here’s what I’ve learned:
Dreams Are Meant to Be Lived: No matter where you come from, your dreams are valid. If you can dream it, you can chase it.
Confidence: From my first nervous trip to becoming a guide for others — the road gave me courage.
Gratitude: Clean water, warm food, helpful strangers — these became luxuries I no longer take for granted.
Perspective: Seeing how people live across cultures makes you more understanding, more human.
Discipline: Budgeting, planning, adapting — travel teaches you to be resourceful and responsible.
But most importantly, travel gave me a story. A story I’m proud of. A story I want to share.
This Blog — For Dreamers Like Me
So why did I start this blog?
Not to show off. But to show others what’s possible.
I’m not here to give you luxury travel goals. I’m here to show you that even middle-class kids with big dreams can touch the skies.
This blog is for:
Anyone who's ever felt "it's not the right time."
Anyone saving every penny, hoping one day to travel.
Anyone afraid to take that first solo trip.
I'll be sharing my honest stories — travel guides, budget tricks, emotional wins, funny losses, visa tips, and the real, raw journey of a dreamer on the road.
“From small towns to snowcapped peaks,
From crowded buses to quiet mountain views,
This is not just travel.
This is transformation.”
Thank you for being here. If you're reading this, maybe you have a dream too.
Let me remind you…
"You don’t need to be rich to see the world.
You just need the courage to take the first step."
Let’s keep chasing sunsets, crossing borders, and building stories — together.
— Faizalsame
@faizalsame_ | Dreamer. Explorer. Storyteller.}