I love figs. I love them raw, I love them cooked in browned butter and tossed with pasta, I love them in jam, I love them in tarts. I can eats pounds of them in one sitting (don't do this--tummy ache). The potential to own a piece of land where I could plant a fig tree, wherever I wanted, was so appealing to me. It's hard to explain how powerful this was for me and it probably seems really silly.
So I bought myself a Negronne fig tree for my birthday. It won't fruit this year and it's tiny. But someday it will be big, it will shade the patio, and I will eat gobs of figs. And when I figure out what the hell I'm doing in my backyard I might even put it in the ground. That, to me, is the beauty of home ownership.
I might even take the price tag off the pot.