About Libertas: Hi! I'm Aimee, a teenager from NZ, and this is my small finance blog, Libertas! Through this blog/site, I aim to educate young people in NZ on personal finance and hopefully, answer any questions you may have. I also publish some personal finance stories of others, as a way for you to learn from their good or bad experiences. Please check out my site and don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions!
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