I'm 100% with you on the "despise city life" thing.
Getting into farming doesn't have to be like jumping off a cliff. You can still find 10-20 acre rural properties, sometimes for about what you'd pay for an average house in a more suburban area (especially if the house is a "fixer-upper" and you're not afraid of doing some of the rehab work yourself). Put in a small garden at first, and plant a bunch of fruit trees as soon as you move in. Expand out as your skills grow and you figure out how to work more "farm" stuff into your schedule. As mylt1 said, learn food preparation techniques - you can't grow much during the winter!
Don't feel like you have to become self-sufficient in the first few years; you almost certainly won't. Early in the game, plant some perennials that take while to become established, but will continue to produce year after year once they do (asparagus, rhubarb, berry bushes...). For livestock, start out with something easy... chickens are a
wonderful self-reliance/survival resource. A few rabbits, some turkeys - all are fairly easy to raise and bring a permanent, renewable source of protein to the table. Once you figure out that including livestock in your lifestyle means you have to be ready to feed and water every single day, rain or shine, in sickness or in health, you can think about adding in a couple of hogs or a few beef steer. It's also gonna get damned hard to take vacations.
Keep good records on seed cost, animal feed, construction materials for animal housing and whatnot. Don't fool yourself into thinking you're doing it cheaper than you really are. There are ways to make some money to at least defray some of the costs - I was shocked to see locally-produced honey bringing $17/pint recently - but you're not going to get rich at it.
Even if, for the first few years, you're only producing 10% of your needs, that's still better than a whole lot of folks. But above all else, it's the lifestyle. When I see my kids hunting for that one special rock in the creek, or marveling at how quickly a wet, slimy new-hatched chick turns into a little ball of fluff, I realize I'd probably still be doing this even if I had to pay for the privilege.
Welcome to the country!