Short, single and livin' with the g-mom

I'm 23 and I live with my Grandma. Wow, it sounds pathetic even in writing. Don't get me wrong, I love my Grandma. She's awesome and completely a smart-ass so we get along well. It's just that before I graduated, I had this whole idea of how things were going to be and none of that happened. I thought that I was going to be married or at the least engaged with a huge sparkly rock weighing down my hand. I figured that I would live wherever my boyfriend lived (although I've done that and it isn't always the smartest of ideas) and that I'd have this awesome job by now. I know it takes a while to get a good career after college, but it's been a year and I feel that I haven't gotten anywhere. I dunno what makes me feel more unsuccessful; the watching Dr. Phil every other day or the fact that most of my stuff has been in boxes for almost a year. I know that a lot of us returned to our parents or whatever right out of college, so I shouldn't be all whiny about it... but really. I want my own place where I can leave a pair of socks on the floor and not feel guilty about it. Where I can choose the food and possibly lose all this freakin weight I've gained. That would be awesome. Mostly, I just want to get all of my stuff out of boxes and into a life that I have yet to start.