Whattuppp buttercups. Cheers to you and another week down. Well I know I know this letter is late, and I’m really feeling into like what a week feels like to me, and it doesn’t feel complete by the Friday. I feel like I didn’t write this letter to you because I knew there was going to be things that was happening on Friday and Saturday before I wanted to send it out. I’ve had so many things go on last week, this week. It’s weird, see? When you’re writing a week letter, it’s weird. With my water tank company not showing up, and that was booked in for Thursday. So I held out to write this letter going to celebrate that my water tank is here and all these sorts of things, and then they didn’t show up. And I spent Friday going, well, I really want to write like the completion of it. So I think my reflection at the moment is that it’s Sunday to Sunday. And I feel, I’m feeling into that Sundays when I want to send the letter out. It’s, and I think it’s a little bit like magic, you know. No post comes on Sundays except for in this magical world. It’s the letter that you, only letter that you’ll ever receive on a Sunday, you know. So I think that’s sort of what the fuck has been on my mind, and where I’ve been. If you’ve been checking your inbox, love it. Sorry this is late. Miss you. Love you. And what’s been going on since my last letter is basically nothing. An emotional roller coaster. I have been let down professionally by, it’s not just the mechanic. We’re not going to box the one mechanic, but, you know, we’re calling it the mechanics. But it’s actually a mechanic, and then a fabricator and welder, and then a panel beater. There’s three different shops working on my car. And one out of the three shops, which we’re up to, let me down. They didn’t follow through with what they said they would do. And they said that they would go pick up my car, complete the job, and it’s just been sitting there. And that, like, that’s heartbreaking. Like, that broke my heart. And I’ve been let down with friends, family, loved ones. I feel so invisible in the world. I feel like nobody gives a fucking shit about me. I feel like nobody checks in, nobody calls. Like, my only notifications on my phone is my social media. I can go a week and a half, two weeks, where I only hear from social media. And that’s really isolating. But also, that comes down to, hey I really am struggling without my car. I’m struggling being stuck here. And the things that are giving me joy is getting up and leaving the house that I don’t want to be in, and going and spending the day at my new house. No service. Whether it’s to do nothing, whether it’s to sleep on the floor, whether it’s to just sit, whether it’s to record a zillion videos that are currently pointless to post. We’re in a bit of a pause, you know. But it’s bringing me joy. And then I return home. When I get home, like, I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, I don’t want to be here, I’ve got to re-settle in. I feel like I’m, like, disorientated.

Whatttuppp buttercups..Hello, hello. Fuck yes to another week. Yes, another week with no car. Another week of things not being the way that I want them to be. But I tell you what, this week, everything feels like it changed. The words for this week. Serendipity, synchronicity, and embodiment. Because everything is aligning as I'm embodying it. Everything is coming together. And you know, there's things that I haven't told anyone about. I'm not telling anybody. And I'm a big believer that if you have a wish, tell everybody your wish. Let everybody make the wish with you. You know, they're lying to on your birthday saying, keep your wish a secret, otherwise it doesn't come true. Because that's bullshit. The manifestation comes from a vibration if everyone wishes for you. The issue with that is that you don't want dickheads destroying your wish, right? So you don't want to tell people that don't have a high vibration or able to sustain the faith and that belief. So I guess where I'm at at the moment is that it's actually really sad, what I'm gonna share. Get the tissues ready. When I went through buying my house, not one person celebrated with me. Not one person was in my back corner going, fuck yes, you got this, girl. Actually, no, take that back. One person. Two people actually, but one of those people is very inconsistent with their support. One minute it's like, yay, fuck yes to you. And the next minute it's just like, yeah, that's like, the fact that you have to do this is just your life's chaos. It's like, you can't criticize me for my choices in my own life when the choices are to fix my problems. People making choices that are against fixing their problems, you know, then you've got a leg to fucking stand on. But hang on, you've got no legs to stand on because you're not in my situation, and you actually cannot criticize or critique my choices. So that person gets taken off the list. There's probably one human being that I told about my experience that had my back, that was just like, fuck yes. And that I would even tell, like, everyone thinks that I'm gonna get scammed. No one is supportive, no one is this, no one is that. No one's like, yay, Aimee, like, I can't wait till you have, like, your new life. And, you know, that person just, even saying that was just like, that's bullshit that nobody can support you. Even if you do get scammed, I'll support you when you get scammed. Like, it's, like, I don't understand why people treat you like this. And I was really appreciative of that person, but I guess the point of my story here is that I rang my own mom, and, like, my house is coming. It's getting off the boat tomorrow, the truckie's gonna pick it up and drop it to my house. And her response was, I'll celebrate when it's actually there, Aimee. Because she still didn't believe in it arriving. She still didn't believe that it was real. I went through a whole year of having to convince everybody in my life that I'm not getting scammed, I'm not wasting my money, I am doing this, it's all okay. Why should I have to convince you it's all okay while I'm trying to convince myself it's all okay? It became so fucking overwhelming that right now I'm not telling anybody anything that I'm doing because everybody in my world is unsupportive.

Aimee Bluemoon Letter for you🫶 When life makes you stop Whattupp buttercup…so this week has been one of those weeks where I keep trying to make sense of it and every time I try to explain it cleanly I realise it just isn’t a clean thing, like nothing about it has been clean or linear or organised in the way my mind usually wants things to be, it’s been this weird unfolding where I thought I was stuck, like actually stuck, like “I can’t move forward until this one thing changes” stuck, and I kept looping on that idea that I need my car back and I need things to be easier and I need things to be faster and I need things to be more normal, but then I’d stop and look at what I was actually doing in my days and it didn’t match the story I was telling myself at all, because I’m still building, still filming, still replying to thousands of messages, still moving boxes, still making decisions about the land and the build and the next steps and the money and the orders and everything that’s happening all at once, and it started to feel really strange because the internal narrative was “I’m stuck” but the external reality was “I’m actually doing more than I’ve ever done in my life”, and I think that disconnect is what started to really mess with my head a bit this week in a good way and a confronting way at the same time because I started noticing how often I label something as stuck when what’s actually happening is I’m just not moving in the way I used to move when I had a car and a city rhythm and constant stimulation and constant business that made me feel like movement equals progress. But out here it’s different, everything takes longer, everything is slower, even forgetting something turns into a whole walk back and forth and I get exhausted and frustrated and I still want to go for a drive and blast music and just feel that release of motion, and I do miss that, I really do, but at the same time I’ve also been sitting in this other layer underneath it all where I’ve realised I’ve saved so much money not driving everywhere, not going into town just because I can, not filling time with movement for the sake of movement, and that money has actually gone into things that are physically building my life here, like gutters and roofing and the actual structure of this space that I’m creating, and it’s weird because I didn’t plan that as a “strategy”, it just happened because I was forced into stillness in a way I didn’t choose, and I think that’s where the emotional tension of this week has been sitting, because I don’t love it. I still feel frustrated by it. I still feel that resistance rise up when I forget something and have to walk all the way back or when I think about how long it’s taking for car parts to arrive or how different it is here compared to city life where things get fixed in a day or two and everything moves quickly and you can just decide to go somewhere and be there in ten minutes.

What up beautiful humans, So… I accidentally went a little viral talking about how I bought my house from China and didn’t get scammed 😅 And a LOT of people started asking me how the fuck I actually did it. So I sat down and wrote it all out. It’s now live in the Classroom: “I Bought a House from China and didn’t get scammed how to guide” This isn’t some polished, corporate thing. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s exactly what I did, what went wrong, what I learned, and what I’d do differently. If you’re curious about alternative ways of living, buying from overseas, or just want to understand how something like this is even possible… This isn’t legal or financial advice. Just my experience. Go read it. Take what resonates.Leave what doesn’t. Proud of this one 🤍 Aimee🧚‍♂️