The first blog entry of my life – here he comes!
There he is – the first blog entry of my life! After I had to google for what such a blog should be good at (yes, I know, but I’m already 30 and come from the village) and I searched in vain for a topic that could interest anyone except my family and friends , I have now followed the suggestion to first tell my story. Even at the risk that no one except the people who know me, interested in this post, I write it – maybe it helps one or the other on his way to foreign countries or self-employment.
Stage 1: The decision to emigrate – from safety to adventure
As the title implies, I was originally a teacher – a teacher in biology and chemistry, to be specific. So I did my first state exam after five years of nerve-wracking studies and then the two-year traineeship – again two years that demanded everything from me. My whole life was about succeeding in doing what I did and at any cost.
First, it was about getting the best grades from the exams, then getting the best results in the exam, and finally the traineeship, getting the seminary teachers recognized, and again – how could it be otherwise? – good grades. And even though I was a teacher, I burned out after a short while – it started when I was a student – and I started to doubt if that was really what I wanted to do for the rest of my life:
“Give everything for the job? Completely forgetting myself?”
In short, I was looking for a way out of the one-way street that I had taken. But every time that thought came to me, I immediately rejected it:
“What do you want to do instead?”, “Now you have studied for so long!” “You are not so bad after all and there are also beautiful moments” or the classic: “Being a teacher is at least a sure profession.”
Thoughts that surely everyone has had before, and which most like me discard the next moment. My thoughts, however, grew to a never-ending desire for MORE.
Then in 2014 – I was at the end of the traineeship – I met my husband, who was already planning to open a surf hotel in the surfing village of Taghazout (Agadir, Morocco). So I was faced with the choice of continuing my ‘safe’ and habitual life and accepting a long-distance relationship, or going to Morocco with him and starting a new life. As you can already imagine, I chose the latter.
Stage 2: The adventure begins – or not …
So I had done it, I got out of my teacher’s hamster wheel. I did that, before all others were afraid, left everything behind me and finally was able to realize myself. But how exactly should this self-realization look like? What do I want in life? What should I do with the whole time now? I did not know it.
I decided to improve my knowledge of French and to help my husband with the establishment of the hotel. I went through German courses I gave to earn some money and ran with my husband from one authority to the next to get the necessary papers to rebuild the hotel building and the hotel’s opening. All this without understanding a word of what was spoken or written. For a year and a half my husband and I fought our way through the Moroccan government jungle, without work and without a dirham in my pocket – a nightmare for me as a typical “German”.
However, we were both convinced that the opening of the hotel would solve all our problems and so we moved on. My French had become much better in the meantime – finally I was able to communicate and no longer felt like a disoriented toddler. Then, after almost 2 years, we were able to start construction. Finally the long awaited adventure started!
Stage 3: The hotel is opened – and with it numerous possibilities
After the big construction work was over, it was time to set up. Immediately an almost forgotten passion escaped me, which I had throughout my life, but which had moved in the course of my teacher’s hamster bike life in the farthest corners of my consciousness – the passion of interior design. These I lived to date only in the context of setting up my numerous changing apartments during studies and legal traineeship. Now, however, it was about setting up and decorating a whole hotel – I was highly motivated! I finally found ‘my thing’ (again).
Immediately I set out to search the Internet for online shops or local furniture stores. Vain! I realized that I was not in Germany and the furniture and decoration market in Morocco is still very virgin. Once again I felt strange and disoriented. The initial euphoria had given way to the sobering reality.
When I was about to give up the idea and put my passion back in the corner, my mother-in-law took me to a traditional Moroccan artisan market. I already knew the classic, quite tourist ‘Souk’ (market), this market was different. Instead of the numerous market criers, I met here the true artisans who make the products themselves, There was a pottery, a weaving mill, a basket maker, a carpenter and much more. In short, I was in the boho-furnishing-heaven! Immediately we made contact with the most interesting artisans and began to commission fabrics with special patterns and colors, to design cushions and cushions, to design pottery, to make lamps according to my ideas and finally to have furniture carpenters living today in the rooms of the Restaurants and hotels World of Waves stand.
It was great to see how the rooms of the hotel, bit by bit, breathed a soul.
Finally, in October 2016, we welcomed the first guests – they were enthusiastic about decoration and design. They spoke of an incredibly warm atmosphere – a coziness that is otherwise familiar only from his own home or that of friends, from a decoration that is trendy and fresh, but at the same time has a traditional Moroccan look. However, the positive feedback of the first guests should not be an isolated incident. Almost all our guests always emphasized how much they liked the design and often inquired about where to buy it. However, since almost all decoration accessories were designed and commissioned especially for the hotel, I was seldom able to help them.
Stage 4: The birth of an idea – the beginning of Dari Design
This experience and the fact that I was looking for a new challenge after setting up the hotel – besides the management of the hotel of course – awoke in me an idea.
I wondered what it would be like to design and produce entire collections of handmade decorative accessories and to offer them for sale together with existing pieces of Moroccan markets.
In this way, I could finally give the questioning guests an address – my address – to take home, in the form of decoration accessories, a piece of Morocco. The idea of Dari Design was born, but hid in secret for almost a year. After all, managing a hotel with nearly 20 employees is a rather time-consuming affair – though I do not do it alone, but with my husband and brothers. Recently, however, I remembered remembering that not only did I come to Morocco to realize my heart project with my husband – the hotel – but that’s also why I came to realize myself. For almost three years in Morocco, I’ve gone through highs and lows, overcoming doubt and fears and learning things that I never thought would be possible. Today was no longer the disoriented child in the toy store, I was an independent woman who had the courage, in search of herself and her destiny to plunge into the unknown and finally found herself. It was time to realize myself, to turn the long-buried passion into the center of my life and start my personal heart project – Dari Design.