My family history is replete with leavers and stayers. Generations of staying put are punctuated by people who leave.
We leavers have left many things: the LDS church when the truth came out, the comfort of Utah when employment led elsewhere, the United states when they murdered Joseph Smith, Protestantism when Mormonism made promises guaranteed by prophesy, England for the promised freedoms and prosperity of America, Roman Catholicism when Thomas Cromwell and Henry VII pushed for Reform, the indigenous traditions of the British Isles when Christianity came calling, the Ice Age refugia when the glaciers began to melt, the African savanna when another horizon tempted.
Who am I to be ashamed of my family tradition of leaving?
(Inspired in part by Leaving.)