Leaving on a Jet Plane?

I'm pretty out of it and I don't have my glasses/contacts helping me see what I'm typing, so forgive me if I don't make much sense.
I think I'm sick of NYC. I sort of want to move elsewhere.
I can't really figure out what is best for me right now. Part of me is sick of the crowds and needing to live so far away from Manhattan and still pay so much.
For the price I'd pay to live in a semi-rough neighborhood that is ugly, I could live on the outskirts of San Francisco and have beaches and spring-like weather all year round.
I don't know, on the other hand I am sort of running. But I feel like running, really. I've reached a point of being sick of the usual and needing to know myself in a city where that's impossible (or at least very hard right now). I get so overwhelmed by the crowds and ugliness that I tend to never go out. I mean, yeah, I could tackle that whole issue, but seriously I am sick of self-improving and just want to be in a pretty place, meet new people, and figure out what I want and be away from the old rut and get a new rut or something, I don't know.
Then again, part of me feels like there is no city like NYC and I am just beginning to finally figure it out and meet wonderful new people, and that I'm just being really silly and running away because my feelings were hurt a little and rather than admit that (really admit it) and deal with it, I'd rather start a completely new life.
Fuck I don't know what I want, though I never really do, and when I do know what I want, it is most usually the wrong thing.
Oh yeah, and I have to drop out of school because my parents can't really pay for it and I don't think loans are a good idea for me, and I'd rather go back to school when I can pay for it myself and not have to keep starting and stopping.