First, I loathe the “moving limbo”. Your limbo is FOREVER though, ick. Six months? Dear heart, I’ll be thinking of you.
On a desert island, I would take my standby old favorite books rather than things I’ve not read yet.
Probably the most prized “possesions” I would want to have besides books to read, would be scrapbooks. If my house was burning down, after the kids of course, if I had time I’d grab my photos and scrapbooks.
Then again, my idea of the perfect desert island survival scenario involves a bartender!